Yes, I'd come for you. But only if you asked me to.
At some point, I said loving meant fighting for that person.. Never letting them go.. It’s only now that I’ve lost you that I realize that’s not true. I let you go because you weren’t happy. Because I couldn’t give you what you wanted. Couldn’t be who you wanted. Loving someone means wanting happiness for them. Wanting whatever makes them happy. Thank you for making me understand that..
“He was everything I coulda asked for. And he made me feel like the whole world was mine. Like I could get passed my childhood, and be something better. Like forever was possible. He was my forever. The one I wanted and the first one I had.”—Nayeli
“Isn’t it funny how you can think you’re completely over someone, but if you drive past his house, stumble upon a meaningful song you both shared, or even get a glance of him on the street… just in an instant, it can change all that. And you start to remember the pain. And that hollow space is feeling more and more like the Grand Canyon with every second that goes by. But you bury these feelings deep down, so deep that you’re sure no one will be able to tell. To the outside world, you smile and act like nothing is wrong or ever will be. Everything’s just perfect. For that split second that you’ve locked eyes, a tiny whisper, say “make this last forever, only and just moment forever and ever.” But after a second or so, you go along your own merry way, all the while home realizing how much you do miss him, how much you still love him… and it sticks with you for days, weeks, maybe months, until fate decides to hand you another one of those unexpected moments. And then you finally understand the worst feeling in the world is when the person you love the most is standing right next to you, yet you can never have them. Try as you may, you can’t make someone love you.”—
This feeling is well deserved, I've been owed all this hurt, and it's alright.
I’m making a lot of mistakes lately..So so many things I shouldn’t be doing, but I know that it’s going to be alright. I’ll get through this. I’ll be stronger because of it. It hurts more than I ever wanted it to, and I can’t help but cry. Even as I tell myself it’ll be okay, I can’t help but cry. Not because I don’t think it’s true, but because, even when I know things will get better, the pain doesn’t stop. It will. It just hasn’t yet.