Wounds..

@Regrann from @poemsporn_  -  If you still love me, never let me know. I can’t know, because if I did, then I’d never stop thinking about you — and it’s already hard enough to get over you. It’s hard to keep your name in my throat when all I want to do is talk about you. It’s hard to wake up in the morning and remind myself that you aren’t there anymore, that we’re not meant to be together.

You and I didn’t work out. It’s over. So don’t try to pull me back and break my heart a second time. I can’t get over you again. It was exhausting the first time. I’m still tired. I’m still healing.

If you care about me at all, don’t text me when you’re lonely, because it's more than just a text. Don’t tell me that I look beautiful when we run into each other, because it's more than just a compliment. Don’t comment on my social media posts, because it's more than just a fleeting comment. It all means so much more, it all holds hope, and that hope is heavy. That hope is hurtful.

Don’t you dare tell me that you still love me, unless you mean that you love me enough to fix the problems we had in the past. Unless it means that you want to give our relationship another try. Unless it means that you’re going to put all of your effort into making us happy this time.

See, if your “I love you” just means that you miss me, or that you want to jump back into the same unhealthy relationship we once had, with no growth and no learning, then I don’t want to hear it. It won’t do anything. It’ll just sting. It will just reopen the wounds I’ve been trying to so hard to heal.

So don’t tell me you love me. Don’t tell me you care. Don’t tell me that hurting me was the biggest mistake you ever made. Let me think that you don’t want anything to do with me. That there’s no chance in hell that you’d take me back. Because it’s easier that way.

It’s easier to move on by telling myself it’s officially over – that you’re never going to step foot into my life again. It’s easier when I’m afraid to text you, because I think you won’t want to hear from me. It’s easier to lie to myself than to face the truth.

So, if you really love me, you’ll stay away. You’ll stay gone.
—@hollyyrio via @thoughtcatalog
pc: @jacknewport  

Forgiveness..

@Regrann from @poemsporn_  -  Forgiveness is powerful.
But sometimes in love and relationships, we forgive the wrong people. Sometimes we’re tied closely to people who hurt us, and we think that we must forgive them to move forward, to save a relationship, to fix what has been torn apart, to give ourselves closure.
Listen — forgiving someone doesn’t mean you allow them a free passage back into your heart. It doesn’t mean that you open the doors to your life and give them the key.
Forgiveness doesn’t mean you need to keep that person in your life.
Yes, you can forgive someone for cheating. You can forgive someone for breaking your heart. You can forgive someone for abandoning you in a time of need, for walking away, for not putting you first, for letting you go.
But that doesn’t mean you need to trust that person again.
Forgiveness doesn’t mean you’re obligated to stay in a relationship with someone who has destroyed the foundation of everything you’ve built. Forgiveness doesn’t mean you keep a close friendship with the person who betrayed you.
Forgiveness means you accept what wrongs have been done to you, you let them go, and you begin again — with or without that person. You get to decide. Repeat that again — you get to decide, and you are not any less of a person for knowing when you need distance from people who have broken you. You are not spiteful, hateful, bad, or evil for taking time to heal. You are not wrong for forgiving and leaving that person in your past.
So please do not think forgiveness means you must stay.
Please, remember your worth, and know that you deserve a love that doesn’t leave. Know that forgiving someone does not make you weak, but gives you strength. Strength enough to let go, to move on, and to grow.
—@_marisadonnelly via @thoughtcatalog
pc: @anthonyd.elia