The truth hurts

Days all sift into one, and I can't seem to find any meaning in it anymore. I'm awake all night searching my heart for something more, trying to forget all the waste that I have in my past. Memories haunt me as every detail drifts into my mind unwelcomed bringing up emotions I can't control.

I’ve now come to realise that the only way to get closure is to see the situation exactly as it is, and not try to comfort myself with a front.

The truth hurts sometimes – no doubt. But isn't living in pretense worse? Trying to placate myself only for the time being by spinning stories about the reasons things happened, or why people feel a certain way won’t really help me let go. I just have to accept it the way that it is. 

The paths of our lives

The paths of our lives twist and turn around each other whenever the timing is right.

I miss you.

But I will not call you back in to my life after you have decided to walk out of it. It is time for me to accept that I cannot fight to keep you here. Just know that you will always be loved as a friend. 

But it is under your control whether we keep in contact. There is always a choice. I believed that you would always want a connection between us, but maybe after some time it didn't feel as important to you. 

I read a verse the other day, "Depend not on other people". 

It seems this is a lesson I must learn.