—and if we are meant to be, that we will know.
And even though this was a goodbye,
I hadn’t felt that much love in a long time.
Even though it was a goodbye, I felt free, and loved, and so special, I could never be thankful enough for what you’ve done to me.
You have let go of me. And as painful as it felt, this was a gift to me.
And I am thankful for the way it all turned out, because goodbyes are never easy, usually painful and regretful.
I guess goodbyes that are meant to be, have the potential to be like ours.
Full of love and adoration for each other, accepting that this might even be the right time to be together, but choosing it is better to not even try.
When has not trying become a thing? When did I choose that I would become that person?
Why am I so happy for cutting off a piece of my heart? Why does it make sense to feel so loved and adored by the one you didn’t even know you loved, and at the same time be happy and at peace with the thought of moving on without them?
I can only thank you for being perfect for me, and for adoring me in the way that you do, and I must thank you for letting me go.
This has been the best goodbye. Thank you, so, so, so much.
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