The night is young.

Today was a new day. I had a choice. A choice to learn what I needed to say. Learn the stuff that would help me grow. Ask the questions that were unanswered. May have been forever before I learned the truth which in and of itself is a form of holding onto someone. Not communicating.

I shared my weakness by not letting go. Things were hard to accept when you're left unwatered, you dont have a chance to grow.

I killed a plant. It was a sign. A sign of happiness outside our mind. We hide from sadness in one another. Only to find we've lost each other.

Tomorrow is a new day, with distance and space. The space to breathe the air that couldn't be faced.

Although it meant pushing. I was already pushed to the edge. I needed some solid ground to learn how to turn around.

Us meant two people. Not one. Think of all the fun. The times that were clear we were meant to be near.

Now we are not. That is ok. The talk had to be had. Its our future, our way.

I'm sad. Extremely. But I'm happy. I'm happy to say. I'm happy for you, please love yourself and find your way.

Please don't stop loving yourself.

bye