Letter 203

I never really knew what my life would hold.

Never had anything to believe in until you came…and left.

My rose-colored glasses came off after that and I started to wake up from the naive slumber I had been in for so long.

Maybe that was your gift to me.

The world was crashing down, and puddled around my feet.
I kept myself immersed in the memories, unable to come up for air because I needed to make sense of the fact that I could not make sense of it.

One day I stopped trying to.
That’s when things started to get better.

I don’t know why things happen the way they do; but I do know that wherever you are now, you are better.

I still look for you.
I know I will never find you per say; but I see you in the faces of children like you. It is a small comfort.

I’d like to think you’d be proud of me, and how far I’ve come since then.

I hope so.

I will always remember your smile.

You were perfect in my eyes, and always will be.

J.Rounds (c)2015 ~Peaces of Me

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Scar

In the end it was a cold formal rerun of the obvious; the circumstances the same.

The facts realized that it was to be: accept blame that was not hers to take,  or walk away.

She walked away.

Someone claimed to love her, but was not willing to meet her half way;  there is no love worth that.

Compromising who you are, to enable someone else…is not healthy, nor is it a loving relation.

Walking away was like setting fire to part of her soul.

A part that would always bear the scar.

J.Rounds (c) 2016 ~Peaces of Me
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