Before he came along I didn't believe in love anymore.
I had been betrayed too many times.
I was completely fine being separate from love.
But then he started showing me over time that what I had experienced before wasn't love.
It was false.
It was weak.
It only wanted to use me.
He showed me he was different...
he actually cares about my heart, he puts me first even when he could choose to think of himself.
He loves me so well and I love him back.
It took me a long time to find him, but he was worth the wait and the other pain.
For if I had not been betrayed by false lovers I would have never found my true love.
I'm thankful for everything that has led to this, to him.

Learning to see the beauty through the darkened rain.
Feel the peace of the storm as it washes everything from me.
Closing my eyes and feeling the drops on my eyelids as my tears get mixed in.
Letting the hurricane take away my weakness in order to make me stronger. Making me bare, only my bones are seen through the  downpour of rain.
I will trust you Lord for you are King of the skies that bring the storms. As I become weak you become my only strength. I will trust you for you're all that is faithful and true.

She  covered  her  ears  and  focused  on  her  deep  breathing. ­ The   sound  of  her  lungs  expanding  and  the  air  leaving  through­  her  clenched  teeth.  Trying  to  drown  out  the  sound  of  ­all  of  them  screaming.  The  vile  words  echoing  on  the  wo­oden  floors  of  the  house.  She  just  wanted  it  all  to  st­op.  So  she  kept  breathing,  surrounding  herself  with  the  ­sound  of  the  inhale,  exhale.  Inhale,  exhale.


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*B r e a t h i n g

when you read this, let this not be a bitter reminder, but a glimpse on who I will be.
This will not be the last you hear from me,
for I'll always be there for you.

I changed and aged into someone better,
not because I chose to, but because I had you in my corner. My life differs than that it was a year ago, and you're to thanks.
Even though we have drifted apart, and the situation we are in will always destroy me in the inside. But I'll still be kicking and screaming, for I am alive.

So when you read this, let this not be a bitter reminder of our times spent together, but a glimpse on who I am, Who I was, and who I will be. And hopefully down the road, this will not be a bitter reminder to me on who we where, what we had, but, hopefully, as I pray everyday, *what we will be..