It's been 64 days.
64 days since the day that shattered my once so perfect heart. 64 days since I've had to treat someone I loved so much, into someone I'd never talk to.
64 days until I finally told myself to stop.Stop 'wasting your time' with him. Stop giving him what he wants. Stop hurting yourself. Just... stop.
The hardest part about all of this is not 'feeling the warmth of another' but trying to get rid of the roots he left in me. Those roots are restricting me of love. They make me feel as if I'm unworthy of love simply because I couldn't please one.
I've been taught that love is the willingness and the choice to keep going. That no matter what happens, I will still choose to love you.
Love isn't fate. Love isn't hurtful. Love should be easy right? It should be two people, willing to love.
64. This is just the beginning. My realization. The hardest part of it all.
YOU ARE READING
Him.
RomanceMore of a poem. An insight of any basic relationship. The hardships, the passion, the rawness. With this story, we're starting at an awkward phase. Please bare with me, I started writing to express my emotions