Thursday, September 30, 2010

I miss my individuality. I miss my life without him in it. Less tears. Less palpitations. Less nightmares. Less happy. But at least, it was less scary.

Loving him has made me so vulnerable I lost all my defenses. I want my independence back. With him, it seems that breathing itself becomes a chore if I don’t hear from him. I haven’t been growing into a better person each day. It’s the other way around. And I am not liking it.

I want to breathe again. It’s supposed to be free. I cannot wait forever. I cannot hope for nothing forever. I’ve got wings. And I am supposed to fly.