It is Me. Not You.
My Love,
Please allow me reach
out to you this way since I write better than I speak,
I have thought about
my life, I have thought about you, I have thought about us,
It is a beautiful
thing to love and be loved, to have a friend, a confidant you can always turn
to,
But this love also
makes us do stupid things, hurt one another because, sometimes, we are afraid,
I am sorry for
everything, I am sorry for speaking harshly to you most times,
I am sorry for
putting you under pressure in whatever way,
I am sorry for
doubting you, for making you want to prove yourself every time,
I am sorry for
projecting my insecurities on you, insecurities I thought I had overcome,
I am sorry for being
afraid to lose you therefore holding tightly to something that should be
enjoyed,
I guess my childhood
insecurities and fears of being inadequate and thereby being rejected still
hound me,
You have been nothing
but good to me, always there for me, patient with me, yet I have pushed you
away,
I am letting lose
this what I am holding tightly, may be then life will be kind to me,
Should you want to
let it all go, I will understand,
I will accept what
life has dealt me with and adjust as needed,
But as always, I
treasure and appreciate who you are in my life, my best friend,
I never want to lose
you, or go a day without you knowing that I appreciate you,
Life is too short. We
only live once,
I am unafraid to say,
I love you. Very
much.
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