Physically, I was there, but everything else was so eager to let go. It was, after all, really complicated. I didn't want something everyone has to doubt. Quite frankly, it was getting to me, got to me even before I actually admitted it did. I just didn't know how to move away.
It was too much to handle, too much to think about. I am grateful for a lot of things. It was probably all of those things that made me cling. I didn't have the guts to let go. Probably because I know I will be branded ungrateful, but when you did it yourself, I knew I'll never be going anywhere but away.
And that's exactly what I did -- and I've never felt so free. But now, here I am again. I am trying to hold on to this, but I know it will never be alright. Too many things said, but then there's a whole lot more left unsaid, and in my heart of hearts, I know I'd rather have them as they are right now.
My body is holding on this, but it's getting quite tired. And everything else, is struggling to let go.