Out of my league...

I wonder how I can step forward, when I've yet to forgive what lies in the past. How can I love someone for who they are, yet want to hate them for what they've done? I guess what it breaks down to is this - there are always going to be those defining moments, the times which make us, or break us. Build us, or tear us apart. And whichever path we may choose, there are consequences of equal value. It's a true test of what we stand for, where we came from, and where we're going. These are moments that we live for, breathe for, fight for. They leave imprints in our hearts, shaping our souls, impervioulsy and forever. In the end I am confronted with the simple truth that if I want to be free of the past, I have to forgive it. And forgiving may mean letting go. And so that's what I'm going to do, that's what I've already done. Now all I have to do, is take a step forward.

He knows it doesn't make sense, that it's never going to happen. Yet still he dreams and hopes and wishes. They are too far above, they always were. His wings were cut off long ago, and now he has no way to reach them. As he gazes into their eyes, and as he lays witness to their happiness, he is overwhelmed with a sense of desperation. All the things she said, were never true, he can accept that now. But still it burns when he cries, because tears scream out his name. Some say he is going the wrong way. But the path is just his, away from the rest, right through the meadows towards his goal.