I believe in love. For everyone else.
When I first broke up with Jared I expected the feeling that there is not love in this world for me to fade but it has only grown stronger.
I see men out with their girlfriends/wives check out other women so many times a day that I lose count by noon. Yes, women do that too but it only serves my point further - Why would I want to be involved in that?
There are so many people that are so clearly unhappy in their relationships, it would seem as though it would take something incredibly unlikely to cause a couple to fall outside of this category.
It is incredibly rare to see the kind of love where both people make each other better people. The kind of love where when you meet a person’s ‘other’ you say to yourself “Of course that’s who they’re with. There couldn’t possibly be anyone else.”
I know this happens from time to time. I’ve seen it. I just don’t believe in it for me. I can’t let myself believe. I am strong and resilient when it comes to everything else. This is the one time I give my self permission to walk away.
I dug seeking treasure
Just to wake up in an early grave.
So I stopped right there and said
Go on alone, ’cause I won’t follow.
This isn’t giving up, no this is letting go
Out with the old dreams I’ve borrowed
The path I carve from here on out will be my own.
