
I think somewhere along the way, i gave up. I got tired of always trying to make everything btn us okay because i wanted you in my life. Then i realized that you didnt even care. Maybe i realized it too late, but it still hurts. Maybe i was hoping that we’d find a way to turn it back to what it used to be.
I have to draw the line because there comes a point where i just had enough and I’d love to give up; but i neved did because i had hope that it would change. Now, i think i have to make that decision because its not not fair to the both of us – esp. Me.
It pains me to say this, maybe because i still care, but i have to tell you goodbye.

After being with someone for a long time, its hard to imagine what it would be like without them. After we’ve familiarized ourselves with someone for so long, its hard to re adjust to the way things were before you met them. Talking to the same person everyday, its hard to get used to not having a conversation with them anymore.
After sharing so many memories with someone special, its hard to move forward with your life and act like all of it never happened. After loving someone for as long as you can remember, its hard to try to get over those feelings and act like they aren’t there.
I guess thats why its hard to leave someone after they’ve been a part of your life for so long.

One of the things that im proud of, that i ever did for my life was to hold myself accountable for the roles that i played in my heartbreak. You know– fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, then that shit’s on me. It was so easy to sit around with my girls, and be coddled, and listen to all the things i wanted to hear.”You deserve better” “It aint your fault” “You did not do anything wrong”. And maybe all those things were definitely true the first time around… but what about the second time?… the third time?… the fourth time?…
How could i deserve better if i kept going back? How could it not be my fault when he’d already shown me who he was, but i kept believing his words over his actions? How could i not have been the one doing anything wrong when i kept ending up in the same fucking dead end, heartbroken, in a face drenched in recycled tears? Come on!? Blaming the same man for doing shit over and over again wasnt getting me anywhere.
My choices had me sitting in the exact pile of shit that i deserved to sit in, and the only way out of it, was to start with holding myself accountable for my own damaging behaviour.

I still have feelings for you. Not enough to want you back but enough to make it hurt.
I dont know why i thought you was different from all these other niggas.
This is me moving on, this is me accepting the ache of missing you. Waking up every single day aware of what is missing, but accepting of the fact that it is my life now and that this is the way things are going to be. This is me understanding that is okay to miss someone who was once a staple in my life, but also that life moves on.
That one day i will hear the songs and smile, i will sleep in my sheets and they will no longer smell like you.
One day i will fall in love and look back at all this and my hands would not shake at the heaviness of all this.
This is me moving on, accepting that we wont make memories together. This is also me coming to terms with the reality of a future without you.
This is me moving on. I coming to terms with the fact that everything has an end. This is me understanding that there is nothing i can do or say to fix anything.
This is me understanding the fact that sometimes leaving is an act of love too. That sometimes, walking away from something soft and dauntingly real, that sometimes hearts dont align.