I wanted a perfect ending. Now I’ve learned, the hard way, that some poems don’t rhyme, and some stories don’t have a clear beginning, middle, and end. Life is about not knowing, having to change, taking the moment and making the best of it, without knowing what’s going to happen next
I’m The Kind of Person
Who goes out of their way to show what someone means to me.
A friend. Family.
If I can turn to you, you can always turn to me. You’re secrets go with me to the grave.
I hope that I am able to convey that through my actions so you can hear me loud and clear when I say that I love you and would not be the same person that I am proud to be without you all in my life.
I just realized how easy it is for some people to just move on, be happy again, and find someone new. I can’t tell if I’m jealous at their ability to move on so quickly or if I’m just completely revolted by it.