I feel the wind embrace my face, cold. Every time it reminds me of my past. How much, I want to forget. I never wanted the pain, no one did.
Pain comes in so many different ways in the form of words, voice, or even song. When we first started dating, I made a playlist.
When I found a song, that made me feel a different way, I would add it to the playlist. Songs, that I had on the playlist. Some of them really hurt, and I had to get through it.
Relationships reminded me of the playlist, because not only did it change over time. It would have different songs, even the theme of the playlist changed.
Didn't mean I stopped loving the playlist, it just meant that I had a different perspective. Even when there would be sometimes where I got annoyed, cause I didn't want to listen to the songs I had on there.
I got impatient easily, and when I did. I would stop, and reflect. We forget so easily how lucky we are. We get so many choices, and we throw so many away.
You can't say people don't love us, because they do. You might just not love them back and it isn't your fault. But, don't say they didn't love you.
We forget how much people give us, just texting us. They care, and we ignore them. Cause we are selfish.
I remember something someone told me, you can be upset with a situation. That doesn't mean, you can be angry at others. It's the way you handle the situation that makes a difference.
Being patient with someone because they got there trust broken so many times to even trust a word you say. You have to understand it's not your fault. The way you can make a difference is being there for them.
Even if they hurt you over and over you still be there for them. Cause you know what it is like to be forgotten. You look in the mirror and you see that pain staring at you.
I think the scariest thing is talking to a people that hurt me, cause you don't want to trust them. I forgive to easily, no one makes me mad. I just get sad, and I always get mad at myself.
My heart hurt, as all the pain re surfaced. Unable to cry, just all the pain pushing up. It was almost like Mentos falling in and trying to not have the soda explode.
I couldn't understood who, I had feelings for. It destroyed me. I just wanted to hide my problems in my blanket. I wanted all my tears to fall on my pillow, and when it didn't I got frustrated. I couldn't control where my tears went, but some how I expected it too.