People ask. They ask why i still worry about him.
They ask why I still write about him, cry about him, talk about him..
Its because hes worth it. hes worth my tears, worry, words.
I don't write about him so people can read it and feel sorry. I don't write about him to make you feel bad. I don't write about our good times to make you jealous or mad.
Not everything is about you darling. Maybe I write because I don't want these thoughts to be kept in my head. Maybe I write because it makes me feel better.
The thing is, I CAN'T let him go. he's a memory. He's not just some guy I fell in love with. he's a memory. A part of my life. He taught me things that other people couldn't. He taught me to look at the world in a different view. He taught me to look at my problems in a different perspective. He taught me what love really is..
see, if someone says that they fall in love, and if you ask them what it feels like, if they say its nothing but happiness and rainbows, that's when you know they are lying.
Love is.. scary. It's bad. It's hurtful. yeah it can bring happiness-a lot of it. But it can also break you into pieces. Love is happiness, sadness, hurtful, beautiful, scary, adventure. Its everything.
So I thank him.
thanks for teaching me that.
thanks for making me happy.
Thanks for the memories.
