I think it’s time I let you go. And that’s so hard to do because some part of me will be in love with you for the rest of my life. But the daydreaming, the running in place, it’s not healthy. So this is me, cutting the cord. This is me doing what I should have done months ago: saying goodbye.
"We grew up with the saying sticks and stones as if broken bones hurt more than the names we were called and we were called them all so we grew up believing no one would fall in love with us, that we’d be lonely forever, that we’d never meet someone that would make us feel like the sun was something they built for us in there tool shed, so broken heart strings bled the blues and we tried to empty ourselves so we would feel nothing. Dont tell us that hurts more than broken bones"