I promise to let go of you;
not the reality of you,
but of my thoughts about you.
When I hold on to you, the idea of you,
my image of you, that expectation of you,
I lose you.
To meet you here, now, I must be me.
To love you I must love myself
because the only thing that can truly see you is me myself and I.
Aug 12, 2016
Aug 12, 2016 at 3:26 PM UTC
I promise to let go of you;
not the reality of you,
but of my thoughts about you.
When I hold on to you, the idea of you,
my image of you, that expectation of you,
I lose you.
To meet you here, now, I must be me.
To love you I must love myself
because the only thing that can truly see you is me myself and I.
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