R.I.P the old me.

I let go.

Honestly.

I am who I am.

I feel what I feel.

I think.

I gave up.

Decided on one unhappiness for another.

For now.

But hope.

I turned away.

And it hurts like hell.

Only love will do that.

If only love had done the rest.

I stopped.

Because we would have gone on forever.

And whilst my love for love would have let me, I needed to stop.

I said no.

But I wanted to say yes.

Because words I will never hear weren't spoken.

Like a spell. 

That could have only come from stars inside.

I surrendered.

Too long.

Too long.

I have to rest now.

So I let go.

I still encounter darkness at times, but I know that I am not alone. I will be carried by the strength of all those who love me, and the strength that I have gained from this extraordinary journey And R.I.P the old me.. 

R.I.P