Change is hard, I should know.

[incorrectlymade]

i feel like every fiber inside of me is ripping and screaming, trying to break out. but that's not why i'm black and blue. i have my reasons for trusting and excuses for crying but that's still not why. i imagined a prince on a white horse to carry me away, far from the confines of this town. his hair was golden and hung down his back like a stream flowing into a great river. but that wasn't you. you were cursed and you were tired of this game. i knew that. i knew about your conflicting mind changes and your admiration for her. i knew. you were beautiful with your words and had lips that could go on forever. and that made me idealize about the things we could've done. the things that we could've been good at. we were good at being alone together.

but that's all that we'll ever know. and i'm slowly becoming okay with that.

please forgive me for crying out to you when i didn't understand why. i realize that by trying to hold on to you i was unknowingly pushing you away.
i'm so sorry.