Finally, I am letting you go.

It hurts so much to do that but I need to let you go. I need to release your hold on my heart, your power to hurt me needs to be freed. I cannot survive another day with you being able to twsit and turn my insides with a comment or a stare. I need to do this for myself and my son.

I did fight for this relationship and this love. I wanted to give it a chance to work out but not at the expense of my own happiness. I just cannot love you that way anymore. I did that before and look where it got me. You still fell in love with someone else.

You know what though, if I could be assured again that you would never hurt me the way you did, I would let go of everything to be with you. But you cannot give me that. You won't even try to change for us.

And so, I must let you go.


7 Comments:
Mike Abundo said...
I'm not sure what's going on, old friend, but I'm here for you.
at 12:36 AM

Ana Shariah said...
Oh Kens you make me cry...Don't worry, it's going to be ok. You're already on your way to merging the outside-only and the onve-upon-a-time- inside happy you. :)
at 4:52 AM

Mommy Len said...
I'm sorry for what's happening to you right now. Stay strong my dear friend, you can survive this. *hugs*
at 10:39 PM

Daiz said...
I thought things were getting better for you but I guessed wrong. If this would make you happy and you think it's best for Brent, then it's a good decision. Good luck!
at 8:33 AM

Daddy Forever said...
I'm so sorry Kay. Not all guys are like that. You'll find the right one someday and he'll make you happy again.
at 3:06 PM

zhasha said...
i hope its not what am thinkin... hope this is not the end of your beautiful love story.. both of you should work things out.. its not the woman who should always compromise.. do not make your life miserable because of wrong decisions.. think about it..am hoping things can still be fixed.. let your love for each other bring back the warmth of your relationship.. hugs..
at 3:16 AM

wayabetty said...
I'm so sorry that you're going through this tough time. Hang in there!
at 10:08 AM

Finally, I am letting you go. It hurts so much to do that but I need to let you go. I need to release your hold on my heart, your power to ...

I long for the days when I used to believe, when I was still naive and thought that love could conquer everything.

I long for the days when you used to hold me in your arms and whispered sweet nothings . . . words that pierced my heart and went to the very core of my being.

I long for the time when you would look deep into my eyes and tell me that you can't imagine living a life without me, that I was your first priority and I believed you.

I long for those days when I still believed in love and all the promises that it brings. I long for that feeling.

I long for the words.
I long . . . for love.

2 Comments:
Daddy Forever said...
I long for those days too. Sometimes, it seems like we lost that loving feeling after we had kids.
at 12:17 PM

zhasha said...
i feel for you.. true love is what you deserve!
at 3:19 AM

I long for the days when I used to believe, when I was still naive and thought that love could conquer everything. I long for the days when...

I do not love you as if you were salt-rose or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that never blooms,
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers.
Thanks to your love a certain fragrance,
risen darkly from the earth, lives darkly in my body.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where,
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride,
so I love you because I know no other way than this:
where "I" does not exist, nor "you,"
So close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
So close that your eyes close and I fall asleep..

Tonight I Can Write

Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
Write, for example,
'The night is shatteredand the blue stars shiver in the distance.
'The night wind revolves in the sky and sings.
Tonight I can write the saddest lines.

I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.
Through nights like this one
I held her in my armsI kissed her again
and again under the endless sky.

She loved me sometimes, and I loved her too.
How could one not have loved her great still eyes.
Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
To think that I do not have her.
To feel that I have lost her.

To hear the immense night,
still more immense without her.
And the verse falls to the soul like dew to the pasture.
What does it matter that my love could not keep her.
The night is shattered and she is not with me.

This is all.
In the distance someone is singing.
In the distance.
My soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.

My sight searches for her as though to go to her.
My heart looks for her, and she is not with me.
The same night whitening the same trees.
We, of that time, are no longer the same.

I no longer love her, that's certain,
but how I loved her.
My voice tried to find the wind to touch her hearing.
Another's. She will be another's.

Like my kisses before. Her voide. Her bright body.
Her inifinite eyes.
I no longer love her, that's certain, but maybe I love her.
Love is so short, forgetting is so long.
Because through nights like this one

I held her in my arms
my sould is not satisfied that it has lost her.
Though this be the last pain that she makes me suffer
and these the last verses that I write for her.

1 Comments:
Daddy Forever said...
You sound like a hopeless romantic. I hope you find love again soon. Have a nice weekend.
at 12:21 PM

I do not love you as if you were salt-rose or topaz, or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off. I love you as certain things are to be ...

This girl used to be my Monday date.Something reassuring and comforting with starting the week with a friendly chat over a cup of coffee. Wh...

I hope that one day ... some guy will give a letter like this to my lil sis when she's at that age where love starts to look appealing. If that happens, then she should keep that guy forever.

I hate how much power she has over me.
I hate how her hair smells so good,
but I can't put it in a bottle to take around with me
so I can take a whiff of it everytime
I need something comforting.

I hate how she can get away with the craziest,
meanest things with a little twirl of her hair
and her impish smile and devilish little eyes.

I hate it when I start feeling so small
and alone when we're apart.
I hate it when she hurts.
I hate it worse when it's me she's hurting about.


1 Comments:
Daddy Forever said...
Love it. I should save it and rewrite on a card for my wife.
at 2:57 PM

I hope that one day ... some guy will give a letter like this to my lil sis when she's at that age where love starts to look appealing. ...

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I wanted to hold you
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