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Ashley Angel (ashleyboyangel) wrote,
@ 2003-05-18 20:26:00
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    Current mood: crushed

    Giving up is hard. It's like he disappeared. I look down at this ring on my finger and I know in my heart that he's not coming back, at least not to me. And this...pride in me wants to throw the ring in the ocean and forget him. But I can't and I won't. If anything, he's helped me grow and become stronger. Everything in life happens for a reason and now that things are this way, I'm only assuming we've served our purpose for one another. What I was to him, I'll never know. I sit here and countlessly twist this ring around my finger wondering what I did, why I find it so hard for someone to love me. I gave up everything for him and he gave up everything for...I don't know. I sit here knowing that wherever he might be, that he's happy he's not with me. My heart twists and contorts to try not to fall apart but it doesn't help. He left me. He walked out on our dreams. And now there's nothing I can say or do that will bring him back to me the way that he was, that will even bring him back to me. Because I'm just not enough to make him want to stay. Sometimes, love just isn't enough, considering he even loved me in the first place.

    So this is how it feels to be alone. Something I swore I'd never have to feel and now I live it. And when I wake up without my ring tomorrow, I'll have to tell myself that it's over. I have to remind myself that it wasn't necessarily my choice and that makes it even harder because someone who promised to live by faith, love and understanding turned on his words. My heart will hurt and putting it back together...well, I don't even want to think of how long that will take, if it ever even happens at all.

    *closes my eyes, feeling the tears come freely, the words falling out in a low, choked whisper* It's over.



    Sometimes you find out what you wanted
    isn't really what you need
    and the dream in all it's promise
    was never meant to be
    All your hope and desperation won't make it like it was
    And you beleive the pain will never pass
    beleive me in time it does
    You've gotta know when love is over
    you've gotta learn to carry on
    and with the world upon your shoulders
    you walk away when hope is gone
    when your golden road has reached the end
    you'll find the strength to start again you know
    there's a time for love and a time for letting go
    when you're standing tall tomorrow looking back at yesterday
    and through the memory of your sorrow
    how the dawn was so far away
    you'll be far beyond the shadows where hearts can learn to shine
    and you realize the endless night was only a moment in time
    you've gotta know when love is over
    you've gotta learn to carry on
    and with the world upon your shoulders
    you walk away when hope is gone
    when your golden road has reached the end
    you'll find the strength to start again you know
    there's a time for love and a time for letting go
    the night is long the night is cold
    with nothing to beleive in
    just hold on 'cause life goes on
    your new day is waiting
    so let go and let it begin


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