Those things you said about me said more about you, than they did about me.
You unravelled me under a moon so full it spilled over. You undid me and tried to do me back up, just as you’d done, so many times before.
Not this time.
And as the tide came in, I realised your friendship was conditional. It was flawed and did not comfort me when I needed it most. It needed me to remain, as I always had remained. It didn’t allow me the space to grow, to change, or to evolve. It was limited by your own view of who I was. It tore me down, before it built me up. It made me unsteady, before it gave me strength. And it didn’t give me a chance to be anything other than the person you saw me to be.
And those words that fell from your mouth were not said to warm me, or support me. They were standoffish, they were judging and they were cold. They didn’t like the change. They took it personal. And if you thought I didn’t notice, you were wrong.
New beginnings always mean something is ending.
Something is ending.
This new chapter, is all about creating, and recreating…
And it’s not something I’m thinking about at all [that’s the very thing] – it’s something my heart is begging me for, and has done for the longest time [and if you stopped to really listen, that is what you’d hear].
Simple lessons in letting go.
Sometimes the simplest things are the hardest.