Tuesday, October 4, 2011



It's not about staring at your loved one laying in a hospital bed, brain dead, body on machines, eyes shut.
It's not about knowing that person will never call out your name again, never look you in the eyes, remind you they love you with everything they have ever given to this world, and you will always be the apple of their eye.
It's definitely not about growing up, continuing life, and knowing they will never be there to watch you smile, laugh, enjoy your life without them there.
Because it was never their choice to go. It was God's, mother nature, who ever you believe in took them away. It was their time to leave your life.

A real loss?

It's about laying in bed alone at night, knowing the one person you could be laying with chose for you to stay away.
It's about knowing that person will never call out your name,
never want to look you in the eyes,
never tell you they love you like they promised they would,
and all because they never really did.
It's definitely about growing up, continuing life, and knowing they will never be there because they made the choice for you to stay out of theirs.
To watch that person make a decision for the both of you.
And they decide for you to leave their life.
They decide to chose another warm body to hold closer
because you were never good enough.
To allow that person to push you as far away from them as possible.
To know for a fact all the false promises and words truly mean nothing because they never loved you from the start.

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