Hey you.I'm sorry.I wasn't listeningwhen you tried to tell me,in the best way you knew how,I needed a life of my own.I willingly threw a lot of energy into a life with youand I thought it was working.Because from what I chose to see,we were happy.For the most part.I felt like we had something special.Something [...]
I don't write for you.I write because of you.You did what was best for you.You said it was best for me.You pushed me away.I am writing you away.It's easy for you to be selfish?It's hard for me to be selfish.
As human beings,As emotional beings,our hearts have a limited capacity.our hearts have an unlimited capacity.Some push their bodies-Some limit their hearts-Olympians.cynics.I'm no Olympian.I'm a romantic.
Nostalgia is the devil.It's unreliable.It's personal.It makes me homesick.It's looking back.It's my worst enemy.Because I want to move forward now.
I ask if I want to know.I ask if I think I know.Asking is easy.Answering is not.I like talking to you.I like listening to you.
I am in awe of parents.I am confused by parents.Parents are superheroes.Parents are masochists.Children are a gift.Children are a burden.Parents are teachers.Parents are also students.I will spend the rest of my life trying to help my parents understand how grateful I am for them.Thank you, Mom and Dad, for existing.For finding each other.For raising me [...]
What am I running toward?What am I running from?Exhilaration.Stagnation.The chase is delightful.Stillness is a struggle.