Do you ever wonder if all we've been through really means anything or we just find meanings in our struggles because they're all we have?
I used to picture my life as a clock ticking away the time I had left to do something meaningful, but time is shiftable, meaningless.
Up until a month ago I thought of you as dependable and trustworthy and there was a foreseeable future in which we had made each other a part and we would value each other no matter what distance or circumstance came between us. But now All of that is gone, you took it away. You chose to hurt me and destroy everything we had. I'll never cease to be baffled by that... but it's really not about you anymore. In the end you were a master of illusion, smoke and mirrors and I fell for it. I see now that you were not who you presented yourself to be and I'm not the first woman to be deceived.
Our story, in hindsight, was doomed, gloriously hopeful in the beginning and at finish intensely heartbreaking. But, it's over now. I'll tuck it away with all the other pictures in my mind of how I thought my life could be.
I loved the man you pretended to be as I suspect you did too... but you are not him, at least not yet. Maybe one day you will truly be a good man and not so weak and selfish... I hope so. Meanwhile, I have a life to live and more chapters to write. I will find someone who loves like I do.
I do not recognize this woman in the mirror who is weighed down and downcast. I will leave her here as you did and start afresh someplace new. I'll say farewell to our story and write a new one. The story I'm writing for myself is just getting good... There's no predicting what lays ahead, but there will be bravery, adventure, new destinations and epic tales of love and loss. Life unfolds before us and the choices we make regarding those we say we love will determine the integrity with which we live our story and the quality of our inner life. In the end all anyone has is themselves so the most important character development is your own.
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Sunday, November 24, 2013
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