Acceptance

I remember the way it felt knowing that when your eyes met mine, it was the last I’d see of them. You shut that door and didn’t care to look back. Every memory of you wiped from my mind as some small favor to myself from the inner workings of my own conscious.

All but that single moment.

But I don’t want to write about heartbreak anymore. I don’t want to have to look back on my life and realize it was all but written by the men who held my heart for a brief time. I’ve been strong for so long that I forgot how it felt to let it all in. To accept that up to this point my life has been an endless cycle of love and heartbreak. That I didn’t get a chance to write about how amazing life could be because I haven’t truly given myself the chance to live it alone. I want to do better, I want to be better. I only have so much time on this earth and I don’t want to live it for someone else anymore. I’m not scared to admit that I’m alone in this. I’ve been told so many times that “you only have yourself in the end”, and it took me so long to realize that it doesn’t mean you’re alone in the world.. it means that no matter where you go or who is by your side, you are the only person with you always. I accept myself for all that I am and all of the mistakes I’ve made. I choose to let myself be vulnerable because this life is too short to push people away. And most importantly, I trust that life can be magical and beautiful, but it’s only for those who choose to make it so.