Saturday, January 8

Freedom Is Being Without The Things You Crave And Being Ok With It



We all know the story about the girl who falls in love with the boy who is in love with her.

this is not that story.

This is about a girl who is still hung up on him. Regardless of the hundreds of times it was decided that it did not make sense. About the other ones, who have come and gone in between, how nothing can seem to make her forget.
He is not into her. He never was. And she knows that. But it doesn't change anything. The heart wants what the heart wants. And shes not sure what hers wants anymore.
Except to be free from his grasp. To not care what side of the room he's on. To not care if their conversation was short. or if she made him smile. Because she usually did. But it changed nothing.
He leads her on and he knows it, as clearly as she does. hes a flirt and even though it would be easier if he wasn't. easier to accept that he wasn't into her. she could never wish him to stop.
Finding distance is the hard part.
Accepting the end and distinguishing the hope
that's the hardest part.


saying hello to goodbye.
That story.


The title of this post is a lyric out of a boy named Derek's song. I didn't mean to steal it. It is just so very lovely.

3 comments:

Jess said...

story of my life.
you put it into perfect words.

Daydreamer said...

chyea.

Jill said...

"And shes not sure what hers wants anymore.
Except to be free from his grasp. To not care what side of the room he's on. To not care if their conversation was short. or if she made him smile."

"hes a flirt and even though it would be easier if he wasn't. easier to accept that he wasn't into her. she could never wish him to stop."

love those lines. also love that line of dereks song so much. its on my mirror:)