It's as simple as that....

Sometimes it is incredibly hard to let go of some one we once loved for a long time. There are times my mentality escapes me, and the thought of him creeps into my mind. Sadly though it is not a thought of missing him, it is simply anger. For eight years I believed in some one who was nothing more then a lie. It was my fault I guess, for putting him on that pedestal; but he had to have done something to get there right? He was always the “right” to all of my “wrongs”. I attached my happiness to being with him, and I was a fool to allow myself to do that. In that sense I was wrong.

BUT, that does not make all the times he hurt me right. I have always been a firm believer that when you truly love some one, you do not do or say things to deliberately hurt them. He knew my weaknesses and often played off them. I am sure he isn’t proud of it, but he did it none the less and since it came from him it hurt the worst. All the other men in my life that hurt me, I expected it at some point. But the heartache that this man caused was never expected. Eight years of loving him, of friendship wasted on a selfish goodbye. For all the years I loved him, I never once asked him for anything. Minor favors sure, but the soul searching kind; never asked. The one time I did he could not handle it. Once he realized he was no longer in control of my heart and how it beat, he lost it all.

The day I hung up on him, I broke away from all those I knew to well; and the one I never really knew at all.

There were times when I would look back, and considered returning his calls or text messages. But I had to be strong, and for once I was being strong for me.

Sometimes you think you loved some one so much, but the day you really open your eyes is the day your true happiness begins.


I was at that point where I had given up on love. It was some fairytale that only existed in books that start with “once upon a time”. But then fate stepped in and slapped me in the face. And I think that fate helped me find who I really am. I discover something about myself every day, sometimes I don’t like what I find; but there is always another day in the making.

Basically, life and love are what we make it. It is as simple as that.

B