I've mostly left the places that I loved, perhaps out of a fear of being unloved. How long can I maintain these broken, yet intact, bonds? I rarely said goodbye because I didn't want things to end. I still have a lot of love for the people I no longer talk to or talk to only rarely. I distanced myself. It was my choice to be in a cold space instead of a warm home. It was a life I chose to live. I regret it. I regret it so much that it breaks a piece of my heart. I don't know how and when I'll heal or will I ever heal, but I'm very sure that now I'm allowing myself to heal, maybe that's what healing is all about, knocking on the door of the warm home. Who knows what lies ahead? In the present we regret the past, are sorry about the future, but what about the present? Why do we miss ice cream in winters and snow in summers? Why don't we start to enjoy the beauty in the present, the time that's mine and yours? It's ours; I know it's a habit to miss what you can't see, but why don't you see enough that you're able to see what's here right now in the moment, a moment you'll only live once. You can think of the past and future, but you must learn and love to live in the moment. Look around the world; you'll see things that only you can see.
©-shelovesskiez