Grow up

    Maybe that's what made me bitter. All those times you told me to "grow up." I wasn't a child. I'm not a child. It was childish of you to hurt me in an attempt to save yourself. Then the question arises, what were you running from? I have a few theories.
    You're afraid of the truth. You're afraid to open your heart because of the nasty woman who broke it. Then again, you'd never admit that she actually broke your heart because you have too much pride. You're afraid that someone actually cares... or cared. I'm still arguing with myself on that one.
    What hurts me the most is that you were willing to crush me...to prove everyone wrong//to avoid the judgements//for your own sick entertainment. Were you bored? Did you need to break someone else in order to recover from the damage she inflicted on you?
    I hope it worked. Whatever your goal was, I hope you reached it. Even after how you treated me, I would rather see you happy than miserable. I only ever wanted to make you happy. If walking away and letting you live the life you have (even if I think it's a complete lie) is the only way......
    I have one wish. Will you watch me as I walk away?

Bob Marley on how to love a woman
“You may not be her first, her last, or her only. She loved before she may love again. But if she loves you now, what else matters? She’s not perfect - you aren’t either, and the two of you may never be perfect together but if she can make you laugh, cause you to think twice, and admit to being human and making mistakes, hold onto her and give her the most you can. She may not be thinking about you every second of the day, but she will give you a part of her that she knows you can break - her heart. So don’t hurt her, don’t change her, don’t analyze and don’t expect more than she can give. Smile when she makes you happy, let her know when she makes you mad, and miss her when she’s not there.”

- Bob Marley