Wednesday, August 21, 2013
I was always truthful to a fault. I realize now I should have just bit my tongue, so we wouldn't argue about the things that didn’t matter. You always loved a good debate. I think about those times. I don't miss the thought of you. I truly miss you. I miss my best friend. I know you think that it's better that we are apart. I feel like our different paths for that brief period met in the air but had to go in different directions. I know that you no longer care for me, and didn’t for quite awhile. I cannot contact you and tell you this because that would be unfair; but I have to let go of this dream. That someday we would be together, that someday that our children would fight me when I try to brush their dark, curly hair and that it would be enough. That would be enough for you and for me. Letting go of you was hard, but letting the dream go is so much harder. —Hoping Heart slicing off words better left unsaid
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