Remember. Let go. Move on..
Part of me feels broken. Part of me tells myself I do not and should not give a fuck. But then there’s that part of me that tells me to still hold on, just in case. I really don’t know why it’s so difficult for me to understand that things are so irreparable. I guess it’s because I don’t work like that. I still want to hold on to what’s left. How can you feel so elated, experiencing/feeling/grasping newness for the first time in your life… to one day have it gone.
My happiness should be his happiness, so in all actuality, things should be good right?
I gotta tough it out and find the strength to let.it.be. But I’m one persistent ass person.
