I need to become my own person again.
I need to stop waiting around for when others will have time for me. I need to stop feeling like I’m someone’s second or third or fourth priority. I need to rediscover what I like and who I am, rediscover my love for things and people, for world.
I need to find myself again.
I’ll find you in the way that girl walks as though she may fall over her own two feet. I’ll find you in the sips of coffee I savour at the cafe we used to frequent. I’ll find you in the laugh of the child who can’t possibly contain the happiness felt. I’ll find you in the smile of the boy who speaks to his love across breakfast.
It’s okay that you can’t love me.
Please believe me.