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

Do not ever consider anyone to be small because what is small will become big someday

The saddest part of all is that is comes down to what we're not rather than who we are.

I can see the man I would need to be.

And it's not that I think that man doesn't exist.

It's just that I can't find him in me.

And no matter how hard I look, I seem to come back to

"This is all I know how to be.

Is it enough?"

But I know that it's not.

Not for you.

And I wish that wasn't true.

PS: It is more than enough, if you are more than happy to be!!!!!!!