(no subject)
I gave myself one (1) year to get my life together. One (1) year to pick up the zillions of pieces I was left in. One (1) year to smile and mean it.
Well it has been that one (1) year.
And I cannot honestly say where I stand.
Maybe this is over him?
Maybe I can't say.
Because maybe I cannot remember my life before him.
So perhaps it is impossible to know what life is like without him.
I'm sure he will always have a part of me.
I'm sure his emotions, feelings towards me change just as much as mine do towards him.
Love is not mandatory.
It is a choice.
That I think everyone at one point or another faces.
We pick where we end up.
Alone, together, alone.
Well it has been that one (1) year.
And I cannot honestly say where I stand.
Maybe this is over him?
Maybe I can't say.
Because maybe I cannot remember my life before him.
So perhaps it is impossible to know what life is like without him.
I'm sure he will always have a part of me.
I'm sure his emotions, feelings towards me change just as much as mine do towards him.
Love is not mandatory.
It is a choice.
That I think everyone at one point or another faces.
We pick where we end up.
Alone, together, alone.