One of the most painful, yet selflessly brave things one can do is to allow the person you love to leave. To quietly let go without a fight, absent of anger, resentment, begging, pleading or crying for them to stay. Never to question why nor wonder what could have been. In order for love to be true love… You know in your heart that you only wish for them to be happy, to follow all of their dreams, you hope they listen to their heart and achieve everything that they strive for, to grow stronger, confident, to always smile and laugh. To feel light hearted, carefree and safe. You truly want them to be the absolute best that they can be, even though the rest of their life may not include you.
God damn it, an entire generation pumping gas, waiting tables, slaves with white collars, advertising has us chasing cars and clothes, working jobs we hate so we can buy shit we don’t need. We’re the middle children of the history man, no purpose or place, we have no Great war, no Great depression, our great war is a spiritual war, our great depression is our lives, we’ve been all raised by television to believe that one day we’d all be millionaires and movie gods and rock stars, but we won’t and we’re slowly learning the fact and we’re very very pissed off.
Even more, I had never meant to love him. One thing I truly knew - knew it in the pit of my stomach, in the center of my bones, knew it from the crown of my head to the soles of my feet, knew it deep in my empty chest - was how love gave someone the power to break you.
Promise me that no matter how far apart we are, how long it’s been, or how different we become.. Promise me that we’ll never forget who we were then. How we loved each other, and how we cared, when no one else did…