You may travel or dance or sing instead of writing through your pain, but know what you need and go about incorporating it into your gorgeous new story.
It was then that I felt the flood.
Warm rush pushing me out of the door and down the street,
my hand cupped gently in yours.
Your warrior soul, stretching out your wings to cover me in my smallest moment.
I do not always find happiness in commitment or until death do us part -- I leave when my heart is beckoned elsewhere. The need to grow and find new adventures is sometimes greater than my will to stay. Although I have given pieces of myself to others throughout my journey, my heart beats ...
He will talk about how he is in love, and how he needs to be better. How she makes him want to be better. And you are cheapened by the fact that you are not letting him be better. You are ruining his chance at happiness and you feel so dirty there is nothing you can do to wash the grime off yourself.