“Maybe the love I felt wouldn’t be
everything I hoped for. And maybe,
the one was still out there,
searching for me too.”
It was the waiting. It was the unknowing. It was the uncertainty of my own heart that let the doubts creep in without me even realizing they’d taken root. You see, I knew my own heart. And I knew what I wanted — you. But somewhere along the way I began to question my resolve. Was I really so sure? Did I truly know my heart would find no one else? That was what kept me up, late at night, thinking about all I’d lose if I finally believed those doubts were truths. And somewhere along the way, they sank into my soul and whispered as they bloomed. Maybe the love I felt right in front of me wouldn’t be everything I hoped it would become. Maybe, the one was still out there, searching for me too.
© Sarah Doughty
And that’s what breaks
my heart every time
I think of you.