there are times I think…
it would have been easier to be the person he wanted me to be.
stop putting up a fight and accept I couldn’t truly shine as me.
at least…
there wouldn’t have been those fights.
the ones that kept me crying long into the night…
and at least…
I wouldn’t see a darker side of him, one difficult to forget.
but when I search my heart…
I know I no longer have any doubts and regrets.
because I could have been perfect and it wouldn’t have mattered.
when I was not the one originally broken and completely shattered.
if we don’t know fear, how can we know love at the end of the day.
time to trust and know love always finds its own way.
