One day, when it doesn’t hurt so much, I will listen to the voicemails, and one day when you don’t mean so much, i’ll happily delete them.
But for now,
I think I am over it, and I now know, I deserve so much better than you, but I don’t feel comfortable putting my heart at risk,
and perhaps accidentally opening a wound, that is already on the mend.
Because believe it or not. I am on the mend.
I often kick you out of my head, and I do it because I know what happens if I don’t,
You fester in the back of my head.
And poison the happiness I do find.
And we can’t have that, can we?
I’ve worked very hard to feel this good, and with that said, I feel as if I deserve to soak up every last bit of it, uninterrupted. Capice? So with all of this said, i’d like to ask my phone to stop flashing at me that I have ten voicemail messages to be listened to. I am very aware of that fact.
In other news, I wish people were more grateful for the little things.
life is good. :)
Here’s to keepin it simple
