Ink Stained Soul…

I spent so much time in my own world. It took an embarrassingly long time for me to realize that you would never show up. I would only be given fragments. The light that once surrounded who we should have been is as cold and dark as a winter night. I don’t know if it was ego or my emotional attachment to what I saw so clearly and felt in my heart. I struggle with letting go. I know what it looks like. I will wrap it up neatly, put it in a box, and send it off. I may think about it from time to time, but I won’t want any version of it around to linger. The only thing that will remain is the memories and lessons. You will become part of my growth and nothing more.