When you have happy memories, memories full of joy, love and laughter, that bring you nothing but pain, because the person you made them with found it necessary to run away and break your heart, you will need to stop looking back at those memories.
Mine are vivid and ever present. They are a part of me. Of who I am and who I have become.
And so is the pain, the wound that is causing it and the scar that will remain.
There is no way back. There never is. None of this will ever come back. And as long as the memories cause nothing but pain, there’s also no point in looking back.
I’m here now. I am only here now. I’m not in the past. And there is a future waiting. I know there is.
I’m here now.
It may not be where I want to be. But I’ll get there. Eventually.
That requires patience and the irony is that I am patient with everyone and everything. Just not with myself.
I am here now. And that’s okay.
2clouds 