I did. And honestly, I’m beginning to regret it. But I know staying behind and never reaching my full potential, would make me resent my love in the long run.
My love. Gentle. Patient. Kind. A beautiful person with an immense amount of strength both physical and mental. What he has been through, would make the strongest man crack but he came through the fire standing tall and shining. Not broken spirited, which was the goal of his captors. My love, I know I will never find another like you.
What is most important in life? Love or success? You can’t be successful laid under a man and never going out to pursue your hearts truest desires. For most of my life. I have been alone. Solo, moving through life without the proper support system or solid family or parental units. Still, God has blessed me with certain people during critical times in my life.
For three years I loved you. Cared for you. Slept with you. Lived with you. Cooked for you. Washed your clothes. Slept on your chest. Our bodies fit together better than tetris pieces. These are the moments I hold most dear. I felt so safe with you. I did not want to leave you. I regret it in this moment. That’s better, than regretting you, in the long run. I hope you understand.
My love for you will never die. No one will ever compare to you. I’d rather be alone than be with someone who falls short of the person you are.
And it’s scary because I’m prepared for that.
To be alone.
Like my life long before you.