It would be so easy to just let it go. I could pretend I was okay with the situation, that I believed everything would be fine, that our lives would be back to normal in less than six months.
It would be so easy to forgive and try to forget, just ignore the glaring mistake made, and focus on the things “that matter.”
It would be so easy to just pussy out, not say what I’m really feeling, what I really want to do. Just go with the flow, like a leaf on a branch, ignoring the disease eating away at the roots.
I’ve done it before, twice in fact, once in love and once at work. Both situations ended, not of my doing, but by the intervention of others. Yes, I was happy for the ultimate resolutions, but heart broken in the aftermath.
I always seem to take the easy way, letting my life glide along, instead of taking control of the reigns.
It would be so easy to stay. It will be so hard to go.
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