Whenever we fought, and I thought it was all breaking down I always asked him,
“Do you love me?”
Cause if he said yes then no matter what, I knew we could work it out.
But the last time we fought, I didn’t have to ask him.
I already knew the answer was no.
It took me five and a half months but I got over every part of you.
I know most people following my blog are here for the R&L stuff, so you may want to skip this post, since this is more about me, being this weird little thing that I am.
I’m mainly posting this here in hopes of maybe helping someone else who struggles with similar stuff that I do. Also, this fandom and all it entails has sort of helped me see stuff I didn’t see before. I’ve gotten a little confused by things, but in a good way, in a positive way, which will hopefully enrich my life one day. But since the text below is a bit less positive than usual, I’m hiding it a bit. :)
“I am in awe of the
remarkable man that you are becoming… all the things you’ve achieved,
and not just as The Flash, but you, Barry.
Your honesty. Your heart.
You were always a hero.
And your mom would be just as proud.“