I think that I have finally come to terms with something that has been bugging me for a while. After my last failed relationship, and while the attempt to rekindle said relationship, I think I realize that this person and I are truly not meant to be. I know, for a fact, that I love this person, despite the fact that our relationship didn't go well, but I can feel it. Of course, that doesn't mean I'm not aware of how bad our relationship was.
Still, even after this recent break-up for the two of us, we aren't as bitter as we were the first time. I don't hate him as much as I used to because I've gotten over that hatred I felt months ago. Yes, he destroyed that part of my heart that wants to love, but I won't give up on myself. I think it's just time that I realized I need to move on from this man and go onto the next. I'm still young, only twenty one going on twenty two this Thursday, but I have a lot left in me and I intend to see my own potential.
I'm happier these days, not having to worry over someone when we both were walking on egg shells with each other. My writing muse is finally coming back and it's truly a great feeling. I may not be having a great family situation right now, but I'm managing more than I thought I would be. I'm stronger than I once was and, really, I should thank my former love for what he has done for me. The fact that he decided to stay with me this time let's me know that we were meant for friendship. Not love and I am completely fine with that.
And as I have always done, I will wait patiently for that person I am meant to be with, but only when I am sure of myself will I realize my love for another.
This is definitely not the type of entires I write, but I just felt like putting this.