Sometimes, I feel all emo and melodramatic, because I know the truth is that it feels good to cry. If it's not letting it go, at least it's processing.
I wonder when I'll be able to let go. Maybe when it's gone? It's very persistent in its way of clinging to my life. I should have let it go a very, very long time ago, but I haven't. I don't want to, and I won't. I like it.
At least, I like not being without it.
And more than that, I can't stop wishing it will come back. And not just return, but change from what it was into everything that I actually need it to be.
And sometimes, I just really, really, really need to be held.
There. Do I win emo points?
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