Two months ago I was at a very different place.
Committedly in love.
My parents were there to hold me. So were my friends.
Looking back at it, it seems like I grew a lot.
Experience and growth - hand in hand.
Back then I was weak. A blind lamb.
I was strong as well. And I dared. I dared to love.
I dared to open up from my shell. Dared to believe and hope that everything would turn around to the better.
It was not a mistake.
Because it wasn't in my hands to end it. I had a lot to give and a lot more to share.
It could have been something good.
Not making the decision to end it - I also won't have to say that I was the one fucking it up.
Time is good. Almost a bit too good.