I promise you, I am happy. Real happiness, I assure you. But their are thoughts jostling around in my head, and I must let them out, before it’s too late.
You, my, my old friend, you are beautiful. I see your flaws, your vices, as well as your virtues, and I must say, you are beautiful. It’s sad that we are no longer friends. And that I’ve been proven right in so many ways. You lied a lot. You did take me for granted. And I was small. But now, I think you see that I am important. You flee from me as if I’m some sort of danger to your well-being, because as much as you’ve denied it, I do have an effect on you. I am important, just as you are. I’ve come to terms with this relationship, but still, I am drawing more conclusions. I know that this is over, and it’s for the best. Though, at times I crave for it to still be alive, I know that it is not, and I know that that is ultimately okay, and good. You will always remain important, but I am free. It’s a survival thing.
i’m forced to ask myself, if today were my last day alive, what would i do?
if today were my last day alive, i’d let go, but just enough to where i am free. i want the memory, it makes me me. i do not apologize for falling in love with him, it has made me the person i am today. he is apart of me. and right now, it may seem like a large part of me, but in time it will become less and less prominent, but will always remain important.
it ain’t over ‘til it starts again, ha, well here i go. it’s over. and i’ve let go.
There are different parts of a person. It makes sense. We are all made up of different things. Our differing parts accumulate together and make us up as a whole. We have our dominant part(s) - the part(s) of us that are most overt and put into use the most. Then it is, we have our smaller subdivisions.
