When I think back to how many times I would cling on to a shred of hope that we would get back together it makes me sad. Not sad that I lost you, sad that I lost me. Who was this girl crying and groveling over you? Love makes us behave erratically and sometimes desperately too.
I’ll always be honest about my feelings, if I want you you’ll know it, I don’t run and hide from being honest. But I won’t beg, plead, or try to convince you why I’m worth it. Funny thing is when you finally realize you are worth it, you won’t need to convince anyone to be part of your life. I lost that part of me, a momentary lapse of reason, but now it’s back and I may struggle and fall but I know I will always be worth it, to me and hopefully to those who choose to be part of my life.