There is an inner beauty about a woman who believes in herself, who knows she is capable of anything that she puts her mind to. There is a beauty in the strength and determination of a woman who follows her own path, who isn’t thrown off by obstacles along the way. There is a beauty about a woman whose confidence comes from experiences; who knows she can fall, pick herself up, and move on.
I sit here sitting my morning coffee with a bowl of oats pondering how the best way to end a relationship. I thought that the tears shed hugging each other while listening to our old songs was a good start, and then saying goodbye with a thank you and one final kiss was a beautiful end, but now I sit here wondering how to interact with you. Do I interact with you? I still like the person who you are, but is it possible to just shut off all of the passion we just shared together? I swing up and down between hating you and missing you terribly. I spend time wishing you didn’t do what you did, but I know it is what needed to be done for me to truly be able to move away from you. The truth is that I am better off. I am happier with the freedom, and self-love, and happiness, and the ability to connect deeply with other people. I know why it was so hard for you to be with me, and maybe someday for the right person I will relinquish some of my emotionally deep conversations to honor whomever I am with. Now though, I am young and my spirit soars up in the clouds and feels alive with the connection of other people! I miss you though, especially when night falls and I sleep alone in a bed too big for me. The oversized teddy bear you gave me offers a leg or arm sometimes, but it isn’t the same as your warm body curled up around me. He’ll do for now though; he says he misses you too. All I can truly hope for is that you are happy too. We dug deep and threw pieces of each other carelessly around the world. I hope you find all of your pieces; I’m still looking for mine.