rowan

If I love her I have to let her go...

I keep telling myself this.

Still hurts though.

When you let someone in, you say," Here take this. It's a piece of me. It's flawed, and a little rusty, but it's me. And I want you to have it."

Then they decide, for one reason or another, to go. They can have very good reasons for leaving. And you, loving them for who they are, let them be themselves and make their own path.

But they don't get to leave that piece you gave them behind. Because you gave it to them. There is no refund policy on that shit.

All sales final.

So it goes with them. And it's okay with you becuase you WANT them to have that....to know that you cared that much. The problem with that, though, is now you have this hole.

This big, infected, gaping hole. And thats ALL you have to hold onto. They can pull that piece out once in a while, smile and say, "Yea....she loved me. Gave me this. It's a little brittle with time, but she gave it to me."

All you have is the empty space. So to see them, you look at what ISN't there...

Like a footprint in the snow...