Somehow, I don’t wanna hear from you again but somehow, I still wait everyday for a message that never comes. Somehow, I don’t care about you anymore but somehow, I still miss the way it felt to talk to you. Somehow, I forget about you but somehow, you’re still always on my mind. Somehow, I’ve moved on but somehow a part of me is still stuck in the past. Somehow, I hate you for what happened but somehow, I still love you just the same. Somehow, but somehow, I need to start thinking about myself, because holding on to you isn’t bringing you back. Its only making me lose myself. And I can’t keep waiting for a moment that may never come. I have to let go, not because I want to but because I have to. Because I deserve to find peace. Because I deserve to be free from something that ended a long time ago. Somehow, I have to start choosing me.
A friend asked me to write a story about the right person wrong time but truthfully, I don’t think the right person comes at the wrong time, I think they are just the wrong person, because if it was meant to be it simply would just be. I think we tell ourselves this is a way to cope. Its better to believe they were the right person than admit they aren’t mature enough to love you. The right person doesn’t leave because the distance, she doesn’t leave because she wants to grow. she doesn’t leave because you deserve better. The right person will see you deserve better and choose to be better, so I guess I cant. I cant write a story about the right person who comes at the wrong time because he doesn’t exist. But I guess I can write a story about the wrong person, the wrong person will teach you to love yourself everyday. The wrong person will show you that there is life after them. One filled with joy, laughter, tears, and pain. The wrong person will remind you to choose yourself ev...