and in my darkest hour, she is standing right in front of me, whisper words of wisdom. Let it be.
to state my opinion, i believe a huge mistake is being made. and i’m not going to stick around to see the outcome.
let fall/winter commence.
my hope derives from the knowledge that although that time has passed, and things are different now, there is still a chance at happiness for my life.
In the course of these past days, i’ve managed to completely tear myself apart in search of that futile piece of me that continues to ache for you. i can’t seem to rip it away from my being. we’re two different people than what we were two years ago when this all occured. i believe i’ve truly begin to get over you; however, the elapsed time is the center of my fear. i’ve made many mistakes but letting go of you is the worst i’ve yet to face.