“But it’s time I pick up these pieces and move on.
Back to the person I was. Only wiser.”
I’ve lost another, a bitter reality that I’m just now beginning to accept. I’m not sure if there was anything that was real between us. I’m not sure if I really want to know the truth, to be honest. Of course, I’ll still be here if you ever need me, because that’s the kind of person I am. To a fault. But it’s time I pick up these pieces and move on. Start over. Back to the person I was before we first met. Only wiser.
© Sarah Doughty
2018
Wiser, perhaps,
but still hurt.
Inspired by the song
Medicine by Daughter.
In case you missed it,
see part one here.
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Ahhh🥺❤️
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I understand. Thank you.
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