g a z i n g.
Never had to break a
h ea
rt
before, but
there's a first time for everything.
The look in his eyes when I said that this
isn't working broke me down and I
hate crying. Was it the amount of love
that I put in the relationship? Did I love him
more than I felt? Or did I just not want to
make a good man cry?
It was harder than I thought, cutting ties and what not, but it was for the absolute best.
He can roam free
and find someone better than me.
Meanwhile, I g a z e upon the options but only want one to be in my
possession.
That was the goal:
If I can't have him, I won't have anyone.
If someone can change that perception, take off the glasses that I have on now
and change my vision,
then he is the one.
He
is the one that was sent to
me,
because
he
went through all the restraint and rejection to be in
my
arms. That is the one that
I
have earned, deserve, the one that is right for
me.
Until then, I'm just g a z i n g .
No more breaking
h ea
rt
s
or (weak) moments.
Just gazing.