Maybe a new beginning.
I'm beginning to see things, things I always hid from myself, things I pretended weren't there, so that we could be happy.
I have a habit of remembering the good and ignoring the bad. But why not? Optimism was my tragic downfall, thinking things might get better. The yang to your yin.
But three months have passed, and things are finally becoming clear.
The tears still come, and all too regularly at that, but its no longer the same thing. I miss other things, things I don't yet know how to describe.
A part of me will always love her, there's no doubt about that. But maybe she was right; maybe we aren't compatible at all, and someday I will be okay with that.
Not now, but something is changing.
I suppose this change was inevitable, given my earlier plans.
I just didn't know to expect it.
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