RainFree |
My words but not my feelings. My thoughts but not my actions. My hate but not my vengeance. My love but not my passion. |
It’s a slow and gloomy Friday over here so I’m reading through my old blog. I found this little excerpt I wrote on September 18, 2008 when my big bad ex was trying to get back together…
“People tell me I should just give him another chance, if I love him it’s worth it, I can’t hold back, blah, blah, blah. I can’t listen to that psycho babble. This is my heart we’re talking about and I’m not ready to put it back on the table for him to possibly crush again. These are dangerous waters we’re dealing with. I know what it felt like to be broken by him. I know how long it took me to breathe normally and not feel socially retarded in public. No one else can know that but me. I don’t feel like I’m the one who needs to do anything. So I’m not. Period.”
Almost 2 years later and listening to myself was the best decision I could have made.
