To you who I allowed myself to love and who pretended to feel that love.
To you who I twice gave my honesty, trust and hope, only to have them leave my presence in tightly clenched fists.
To you who freely left me your sorrow, pain, misguided anger and regret, to you I say “ I’m not your past, I’ve had no hand in it. I’m not the one you surrender to with every backward glance and cowardly utterance. I’m not the pain you proudly wear as a coat of armor. I’m not the weakness you awkwardly display as fear.” Continue Reading