So... you came back again... But this time, I wasn't begging you to come back into my arms, I wasn't begging for forgiveness, I wasn't begging for love. I was telling you goodbye. I think it scared you that I was finally ready to leave you. You have tried to say goodbye to me many times for a few months now, none have been successful because I always came back. But this time, I was telling you to leave. You said no. As if I was asking for your permission. Were you afraid I fell for someone new? Were you afraid I was done with our memories? I can't say either are incorrect. I was sick of you forever being brought up in conversation since you took up so much of the previous year. I was sick of going to places in town and seeing your face at every corner of every block. I was sick of feeling like I wasn't ready for a relationship because you were still holding me down, yet I was single. I am sick of the thought of you. I am sick of everything you introduced me to. I am sick of the person you molded me into. I miss me. Yet I don't... I don't miss the person I was before you, I don't miss the person I became because you, neither were good people. I guess I miss a person I've yet to become. I've never been quite happy with who I am. I'm always looking into the distance and seeing a person I should be or could be. I always become that person but once I have that new vantage point, I see a new and improved me I want to become so I jump again. I'm in mid transition currently. Between the person you made me become and the person I want to be. With this new me, I'm now understanding why I don't need you. This new me is a new chapter in the book of my life. With every chapter I grow stronger in some way even if it's little, I find this improvement very large. At the end of my last chapter, I've learned how to be an individual. If I were to pinpoint any one thing that has changed the most in the last year is my maturity level. I'm not saying I don't laugh and make stupid jokes or anything but I've learned how to be more of an adult. Now I have no way of predicting if I would've hit this maturity level without you, But from my view point I am who I am because I went through you. So I guess here's to you, thank you for throwing me into the next chapter of my life. I'm more excited than you could imagine.
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Foreigner of Reality
Teen FictionForeigner of Reality is a book of short stories and poetry created and loved by yours truly. This is written for those who are searching for themselves through love, loss, and healing. For those who have been hurt and have the scars to prove they're...