Just too tired of it all

Mar 18, 2006 23:35

He was the one, so I thought. Together we would be happy. Lives growing old together with a love that could not be broken. We would end together as we had come together in life. There would be no other that would become an obstacle to overcome.

Then, out of the blue, he said he couldn't hurt me and thought it best to let go now, before it was much more difficult. I guess I must be thankful to him for that. For lies are the worst kind of deceit. I am not bitter, nor am I broken, for in the words he spoke, he gave me a gift that I will forever treasure; the truth.

I wish you no ill, may your life be as you wished and thank you for your honesty, for that in the end made me stronger and with the strength you have given me, I will go on to other things without the bitter taste you might have left. Instead, you gave me a strength I had never known, and for that I am grateful. I hope that in some way I have served you well.

rose
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