I'd like to be honest, even maybe once in my life.
I've been ready, for a long time now. But I bought a sustainable amount of time to make sure.
A year from today I was ready, to let go of all the hatred, doubts and fears. Sadly, letting all that go means letting you too, go.
We've tried, you and me, we did. But it was never enough and it was never what we wanted.
It's been unfair, to feel like I was trapped in something that I didn't want but I stuck around to make sure that we will be fine.
I always thought leaving little by little is way better than just dropping everything all at once. Sadly, you never saw how I was drifting, how you were losing me little by little.
I was the sand in the palm of your hands that dropped little by little. You are the one to wash away the pieces that was left onto your palms.
As sand dropped onto the beach I tried looking for each part of me, trying to find bits of moments.
It's been a year, since I was sure and now open your hands, let go.
