I’ve realized that I’m not that same girl who cried for so long over her misplaced heart. It’s taken a while…but I’ve realized that everyone changes. Even in ways that sometimes aren’t noticed right away or maybe even never at all. But nothing stays the same. The hardest part was finding it in her to accept that either she had to grow strong or forever sit unmoving, unchanging and forever crying while the rest of the world continued to go on. And she didn’t want to move. She didn’t want to forget.
But time changes everything.
It’s strange to look back and see how different I am now from then. It used to be so easy to trust. I never fully comprehended how completely people actually must change. How insanely easy it was to lose a best friend. A lover. Or how help could come from the most unexpected sources.
And i've changed. Without even realizing it. But i think that I'm finally ready to let you go. I hate it how I've probably not even crossed your mind since that last day..but i'm just tired of hanging on to something that was never real in your eyes. I'm tired of crying and wishing for the boy who never existed. I think I'll find him someday. He won't be perfect but he'll be real, and until then i just have to keep breathing. I'll be okay. I'll keep moving. But i just wish you could see all my brand new scars..
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umm pretty much a few chapters of fanfics i'm writing and possibly some random drabbles thrown in...
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Circle me and the needle moves gracefully,
back and forth,
if my heart was a compass you'd be north.
Risk it all cause I'll catch you if you fall,
wherever you go,
if my heart was a house you'd be home
back and forth,
if my heart was a compass you'd be north.
Risk it all cause I'll catch you if you fall,
wherever you go,
if my heart was a house you'd be home