
Dear love,
The swiftest horse was
born to run, the rainbow was meant to be stared at, the birds were meant to
fly, this hand was meant to write you this letter, you were meant to feel it.
Here I am; gathering
more courage than I ever had, and perhaps more than I will ever have to letting
you know that I have wrestled enough with myself… Sometimes it felt like I won,
sometimes it felt like they won. And after ultimate realization, I guess none
of them ever wins, it’s a never ending battle.
I fought with those
feelings enough with every ounce of courage I had. I refuse to think about it.
I ignore it. I delete it. I change the topic....