Whenever I’m sad, I find comfort in knowing that’s its only temporary. All negative thoughts, feelings and emotions will pass. Happiness will inevitably return. At some point the happiness will pass as well. But the true comfort is knowing that when happiness leaves you, IT ALWAYS COMES BACK. Its never lost for long.
You must love and respect the power of a pen and a blank piece of paper. It stares up at you, daring you to share your innermost thoughts, feelings, fears, and doubts.
It begs you to give it a purpose, to fill it with the words that only you can write and that only it can hold.
No I can’t forget tomorrow, when I think of all my sorrows, when I had you there and then Iet you go, and now its only fair that I should let you know…. What you should know…
What you should know….
What I should tell you….
Sorry that you were hurt in my search for myself.
Sorry that I pushed you away because of my own insecurities and fears.
Sorry that as much as I loved you, and still continue loving you, it just wasn’t enough.
If love were all we needed we’d be enjoying our happily ever after.
And I’m sorry that we aren’t.
I’m sorry you don’t know how much I still do love you. How deeply it’s still felt. Will always be felt.
I’m sorry that everyone since you, will be compared to you, and will never measure up.
…you will forever be my always.
“I write entirely to find out what I’m thinking, what I’m looking at, what I see and what it means, what I want and what I fear.”