My love was as cruel as the cities I lived in
Everyone looked worse in the light
There are so many lines that I’ve crossed, unforgiven
I’ll tell you truth, but never, “Goodbye”
It’s strange how you can think about someone every day for half a decade, and then one morning… it stops.
He stops appearing in your dreams and haunting you in your nightmares.
You stop daydreaming about him being someone he is not, never was, and never will be.
Your nights are peaceful and your days are full of light.
You come to realize you deserve much more; more than he was ever willing to give.
You finally love right where you are, who you have become, and the future ahead of you. No longer dwelling on the past, you’re open to whatever is in store tomorrow.
On this particular morning, I’ve let go of the darkness and am ready to step into the daylight.