Time
All I'm thinking about right now is you
I think about how bright you are
I think about how much you care and love me
Then I think about how we should spend some time apart
How we need to think about each other apart
I think about how much I'm going to miss you
I think about how much it'll pain me to tell you this
I think about whether or not I'm making the right move
But right now it hurts when I'm with you
I need to figure out why
I want to be with you, but I want to be happy with you
So can you wait for me until I'm ready
Can you wait for my clock to finish counting time
June 9, 2020
You can't really stop time. Especially when you want it to. It just one of those things that infinitely keeps going on and on. Today I told the love of my life that I needed a break from our relationship for a few weeks. I honestly don't know if that's something I needed or a mistake. It's weird to say this, but I miss him already.
When we get night time thoughts in our heads, it can become this never ending cycle that keeps you up at night. He was keeping me up at night. I needed to focus on myself. I needed time to love myself and find myself again. A person can't love another, if they don't love themselves. I want to be strong enough again to love him. I put in all my trust in him, and I know that he'll wait for me. Until then, I need to keep my head high and fix what's been broken inside of me.
You can't keep letting the past haunt you. You can't keep breaking the present. And you can't stop the future from happening.
What you can do is follow your heart and make no regrets.
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