“I’ve still got a place for you in my heart, just not my life.”
As much as you mean to me, the time has come for me to finally remove myself as one of your options.
The truth that I have come to believe is that any man who really wanted to be with me, wouldn’t be conflicted about it—he’d be all in.
Simply for the reason that I’m a woman worth being all in for.
But you never could quite decide what I was to you—and while I think you did know more than you pretended to—it doesn’t matter so much what we think or feel, it matters what we do.
And you never did a damn thing when it came to me.
The reality is—indecision can be a decision unto itself.
I used to become frustrated with you because I could tell there were no easy answers and that there was always more to our story-line than you ever let on.
I spent time wondering about everything that lay unsaid between us—but I don’t anymore.
Because I said all that I needed to, and whether you did or not isn’t something I need to spend time losing sleep over.
And the closure I sought from you—that never came—no longer haunts me, because I’ve accepted that loose ends are just part of who we are.
I’ve learned that sometimes there are no endings—and that’s okay because I know now that I can still find a new beginning.
I won’t sit here and disgrace our history or promise that my lips will never again touch yours because I will never assume that I know more than whatever divine force governs this world.
But the only thing I do know is that at this moment in time, you don’t want to be here in this place by my side with your arm around me—and so, I’ve decided to pursue things with someone who does.
You wanted me to move forward and move on, so I am—right into the arms of a man who doesn’t make me second-guess his interest and who doesn’t shut down when I ask difficult questions.
The thing is, I don’t really even know what we were because you could never find the words yourself.
And although you never asked me to be yours—you also never really closed the door on us completely.
But this time—as much as I care for and respect you—I cannot remain in this place any longer.
I can’t keep asking if you’re ready, to be honest and to address things like adults, only to be shut down once again.
My heart is tired—and a woman can only be pushed away so many times before she actually makes the choice to walk away.
The thing that hurt me the most was how you made it seem as if I coerced you against your will—acting as a siren, beckoning you to demise along my curvy coasts.
I was never your downfall, but perhaps I was your kryptonite because even Superman has a weakness.
I don’t know if you have ever admitted the truth to yourself or if lies still taste that much sweeter.
Because you are the artist in this masterpiece, and therefore you only see what you want to—or what you are comfortable with.
Regardless of our tangled loose ends—and no matter how many tears I may still shed over you—I can’t be an option for you when you decide you want to find yourself again.
I don’t expect you to care because you’ve made it clear that you already have moved on.
Yet I still have to wonder that if through all your bolstered convictions, you were trying to convince me or yourself more.
Although I know that I can no longer be one of your options, I don’t actually know how to do that—because somehow you’ve become a part of my heart without me even wanting you there, and so now it makes it difficult to discover how to exactly remove you.
All I know is that no one has ever brought me to my knees, simply by looking into my eyes, like you have.
I don’t know what tomorrow will bring—all I know is that you can’t (or don’t) want to be here, and there is another man who does.
A man who I still can’t picture touching my body, simply because I haven’t yet been able to erase your name from my skin.
One of the saddest parts of all of this is that I know I had the same effect on you—it just wasn’t convenient or “supposed” to happen.
But our eyes don’t lie, even when our hearts try to.
And so, with every step I take away from you, I sometimes take two back.
You are the most delicious struggle to move on from, but I am trying.
So I travel a little bit further every day, until maybe someday I’ll get far enough away that I can convince myself neither of us felt anything.
And it won’t matter if it’s the truth or not because I know that with time we can convince ourselves of almost anything.
However, before I leave this place for good, you should know that I meant every word I’ve ever said to you.
Especially when I told you that I love you.
Because I know that no matter what has transpired, I will never regret telling you those beautifully simple words.
With each step I take, I send you my sweet succulent love, not knowing where my path will lead me.
It’s possible it will lead me into the arms of the man who’s been waiting for me to find him all along—or it might lead me right back to you.
Because the pain and confusion of leaving loose ends mean that you know quite well they’re still there, left untied and waiting, in case this time—you decide you really do want to tie it up, once and for all.
“Some things just need to be let go of. If it’s meant to be you’ll find each other again.”
Relephant: Via Kate Rose