I learned that even in the days when I don't seem to have the answers, when I can barely keep myself together, and I am reduced into tears since the morning... Even in those days, there is still light.

definitions.

We were not lovers, no.
We were time travelers.

Intentions.

I believe in intentions.
I believe in making space.
Space for the new, for the good, for what I deserve. They say we attract what we are ready for.- Well, I might not be ready yet, but I know I should let go of everything that no longer serves me. Make space. I should stop clinging to the smallest ember of hope between your words, because I am always left baffled and confused. And this is not within me. I've been troubled, I've been hurt, and I've found the peace I needed right inside me. Confusion does not live within me. Yet when you reappear, chaos overflows. I am unable to keep my pieces together, everything shatters once more. I am sorry I couldn't be the person I think you needed. For you came to me, your soul striving for still water, and I became a storm. You left. Came back. Left again, like waves do. But I want to be trapped in your swell no more. I am not what you want, you are not what I need. I am tired of lingering around you. Tired of feeling that I was not good enough, and actually believing it. Tired of me thinking about you. You didn't want me to have expectations, well... I let all go. I let you go. Not because I don't care - I care too much. Too heavy of a bridge to be carried from one side, so I am crossing it, and burning it as I walk. This is my intention, to let you go, completely. To be able to look you in the eye, and realize that you no longer have power over me- that your words touch my soul no more. And so, when someone that is willing to love me without fear comes along, I will be ready. Even when now it seems like a long journey until then. Here is where it begins.