At lunch yesterday I sat down and just started writing.... every once in a while I do that.... This is the outcome....
”My mind races with possibilities.
I put my cart way before the horse.
I tend to be too optimistic about things some times.
Faults? Sometimes.
Is it a bad thing to always wish about and dream about the greatest of possibilities?
It’s all in the eyes of who you ask.
I’m timid now, where I wasn’t before. I tell myself I’ve let it go, but some of the feelings of hurt and betrayal still linger.
I long for a future – one filled with passionate everlasting love, but sometimes I begin to wonder if such a thing exists. I’ve thought in the past that I had those things, and found out that I was quite wrong.
I hope there is someone out there for me. I’ve stopped looking for them though. If it is meant to be, it will be. If it is not then that is ok too.
I’ve learned to love myself in the process. It’s been a long road and I’ve done some harm to myself, but nothing that can’t be overcome. One must love who they are on the inside – the outside, as I’ve learned, can change at any time.
That is not where love resides. It resides within my soul – within my heart. And should someone take the time to seek me out – to see past my ever changing shell again, well… I’m going to be the best me I can be and never forget to love myself first.”
