One thing I miss is the independence I gained while we were apart. Don’t miss understand me, when we were together you never tried to control me I just gave up bits of myself without realizing it. You always came first because thats where I wanted you to be. But during those 6 months we were apart, I learned so much about myself and I begun to plan my future. Now you’re back in my life and I can feel her slowly slipping away; Im trying desperately to keep a grasp on her hand but my arms are too heavy and she is slowly falling down the dark hole. I’m standing outside of the hole looking down but also out in the distance towards you, trying to decide. Should I let her go, for now, and try to be happy once more with you, or focus on her even if it means loosing you again. A silent scream escapes her lips as I let her hand fall and walk in your direction, the smallest smile on my lips.
