liberation, recreation, elevation
i have been freed.
for hte first time in goddess knows how long, i m not trying to get over anyone.
my heart is my own (and in the capable hands of a few whom i have chosen to hang onto a little piece).
i drove down the interstate the other night, singing to the radio and feeling as free as i ever will.
it s a great feeling.
after i saw him, held him, spoke to him...good lord i even touched him and not once felt a thing. i didn t feel the need to rip his head off. i didn t feel the need to cry and tell him how much i missed him.
i had missed him. but not in the usual sad little girl abandoned by her lover way. i had missed him in a long lost friend way.
we talked, smoked, laughed...it was like talking to on old friend.
it felt wonderful
and for the first time since we broke up, walking back to my car afterward i did not break down. i did not feel anger, hate, resentment, pity even.
i felt happy for him and his new life. i felt that we could become true friends.
and that s the way it should be.
my heart is now mine again; even thoough we had broken up, the fact that i wasn t over him gave him an indirect way to manipulate me.
the forgiveness phase is over.
i can move on.
now that i have those little tiny pieces of my heart back that he was keeping
i am free.
and i have never felt so amazing in my entire life,
for hte first time in goddess knows how long, i m not trying to get over anyone.
my heart is my own (and in the capable hands of a few whom i have chosen to hang onto a little piece).
i drove down the interstate the other night, singing to the radio and feeling as free as i ever will.
it s a great feeling.
after i saw him, held him, spoke to him...good lord i even touched him and not once felt a thing. i didn t feel the need to rip his head off. i didn t feel the need to cry and tell him how much i missed him.
i had missed him. but not in the usual sad little girl abandoned by her lover way. i had missed him in a long lost friend way.
we talked, smoked, laughed...it was like talking to on old friend.
it felt wonderful
and for the first time since we broke up, walking back to my car afterward i did not break down. i did not feel anger, hate, resentment, pity even.
i felt happy for him and his new life. i felt that we could become true friends.
and that s the way it should be.
my heart is now mine again; even thoough we had broken up, the fact that i wasn t over him gave him an indirect way to manipulate me.
the forgiveness phase is over.
i can move on.
now that i have those little tiny pieces of my heart back that he was keeping
i am free.
and i have never felt so amazing in my entire life,