I could cry at the broken or choose to feel grateful for the doors that have opened because you let go.
I could hold on , fight to gain control over the uncontrollable or I could surrender gracefully.
I could choose to hold anger, instead I feel nothing but love for the heart that let go long before mine.
You didn't choose to stop loving me, but I have a choice of how I’ll move forward from here.
You never meant to hurt me, so why would I say something to cause you pain?
Your love left, mine stayed.
With love belongs grace and gratitude.
I know my heart won’t heal if I push the blame onto yours.
You were kind with your words, I will be kind through my pain, graceful despite the fight raging within, and grateful for the moments we shared instead of greedy for the ones we never will.