It wasn’t a waste of breath, I promise.

You told me that to sacrifice is not always to be brave, but sometimes means simply that you've given in. You also told me I'm better than just giving in, better than just anything. I heard you when you said I am not just me, but I am myself. That it is so beautiful to be myself. I shrugged your words off as I do my own; as if the time you just gave me was insignificant. It wasn't.