About a year ago my heart was feeling everything, truth floated to the surface. Threw everything he ever gave me in the gulf, wishing I could fling the slowly forming scar tissue with it. It’s rare he crosses my mind but there’s always going to be a part of me deep inside burning for that man… If it’s in a good way or a bad way I’m not really sure. Feeling so much this Christmas with nothing but memories founding it… It’s all part of the process I guess.
Things crumble, people change and our story is over but the essence of how this pure heart loved you is forever sovereign. There’s always an ember somewhere within the pretty little cluster **** I call myself burning red for what he could’ve been. Mama raised me to be strong enough to walk away with grace and be ok with leaving it all in the dust. Sadly, sometimes the fear within ego wins a person over.
Why is this haunting me so much lately?