Thursday, June 13, 2013

Everything goes back to the beginning...

I'd like to believe that at my core I am good. I may be loud and obnoxious and judgemental, but when push comes to shove, I have always done the right thing. Now as I lie with a broken smile, mostly for the fact that I'm supposedly a bad person, I can't help but feel sad. I have tried so hard over the years to grow into my higher self, to become the best I can possibly be, yet it is now painfully evident that I still have miles to go.


You might not have been what he imagined, but he fell in love with you, and you were his first serious try. And failing himself, and failing you, fills him with an endless void of torment, even though he knows he shall survive this as well. He will take the time to heal, to become better, to transcend into the next phase of his journey. The tears streaming down his cheeks mean it was real. That what he felt was true. He is as far in, as he'll ever be out, and while it didn't kill him, it surely made him stronger. The memories remain, and up until their breaking point, they are covered in a blissful shroud of youthful ignorance and obscured reality - one spawned by true love and naive ideals. One that brought fire into his soul and awakened his heart. One he shall always remember, and forever hope, that you will as well.