the best part of you was never her.
When you love someone, you open yourself up to suffering. That’s the sad truth. Maybe they’ll break your heart, maybe you’ll break their heart and never be able to look at yourself in the same way. Those are the risks. The thought of losing so much control over personal happiness is unbearable. That’s the burden. Like wings, they have weight, we feel that weight on our backs, but they are a burden that lifts us. Burdens which allow us to fly.
i know that you’ve been hurt. and i know i’ll probably never understand just how much she hurt you. but i do know a few things. the best part of you was never her. it has always been you.
