It wasn’t complicated. It was just real life.

I gave you every bit of my being. I asked for only the honor of being yours in return.

And though it seemed like such a small and natural request to me, just lacing the invisible strings, it brought out a side of you I’d chosen to be blind to. But it was there all along.

You can’t give me your all at this point, you said. But, what you didn’t know is that you already were. You already were.

She said you’d been lost for a year. I think you’ve been lost for 30.

I hope one day you find a person, a place or even just enough of what you’re trying to find out there in yourself to feel at home. To calm the restlessness inside you. Whatever you’re running to, I hope it deserves you and I hope what you’ve left behind never haunts you. If it’s adventure you seek then I hope you find a love with all the excitement of discovering a new place. One that shows you that you can be still and still be free.

I wanted it to be me but I love you enough to know that it’s not. The way that you have let me go was all the confirmation that I needed.

It wasn’t complicated. It was just real life.

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