I place a high value on loyalty. Once you are my friend, there is a very, very short list of things that will get me to sever that relationship.
That loyalty is tricky to manage when I have friends who do not get along, but typically, people respect the fact that I am friends with both sides and do not attempt to draw me into the conflict.
So when my words are used by one friend in an argument against one of my other friends, well, that’s one of those things on the very, very short list. That’s worse than forcing me to take sides, because I had no say in how my words were used.
I don’t like saying goodbye to people I once considered friends. But when I’m put in a position where staying silent implies I agree with how other friends are being treated, I will choose a side.
You have taught me to rise up, to know myself true to my skin color, true to my sexuality, true to my religion, my birthplace, my mother country.
You have taught me that a presidency is only good if you make it so. If you believe in the good of the American people and give them the means to be their best selves, and that is what makes you great.
Listen I am so here for platonic “I love you"s. I don’t care if you think "I love you” is some sacred phrase to only utter to one person in your life, i don’t care if you think it makes me look overbearing. I say “I love you” to my friends every time I say goodbye because I want them to know 100% without a doubt that I care for them and love them and am there for them so so much.
you were my anchor but now I need to learn how to stay steady without you. when night hits i hit back harder. when morning gets here I’m bruised and aching but I’m still here so it counts it counts it counts.
every time I have a dream about you, I wake up crying. last night you loved me and the night before you didn’t. once you told me you had a dream we were together and I still think about that, but only when I’m trying to convince myself you were good, too.
i’ve never known how to say goodbye so I keep saying hello but you don’t want to hear it anymore so I’ve stopped calling. the cards are in your hands and if I were you I’d throw the deck but this was never my decision it was always yours and you made that pretty clear when you chose her.
i’m not petty I’m just tired. its okay and it’s not. every song hurts but so does silence. i keep trying to wake up but the punches aren’t landing. nothing is impacting.
In 2016 I had to learn how to say goodbye. Goodbye to people. Goodbye to circumstances. Goodbye to what I was use to; a certain way of being and doing things. Goodbye to my comfort zone. Goodbye to thinking I could control life, instead of going with the flow and trusting in Gods plan for me. Goodbye to old wounds. Goodbye to the story of sorrow we tell ourselves. Goodbye to thinking I always know best. Goodbye to not letting anyone in, to instead being emotionally open, no matter how terrifying vulnerability is. Goodbye to useless and selfish desires. Goodbye to mental isolation, the imprisonment of our own mind. Goodbye to the internal world I was drowning in. And finally the last lesson of all, I had to learn how to say goodbye to the good old loyal companion that never left. I said my final goodbye to pain.