Two months ago
Two months ago I was at a very different place. Committedly in love. Heartbroken. My parents were there to hold me. So were my friends. I grew. 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. Why?
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.