I’m tired

I can still recall the days when I pleaded for love, when I lost my vibrance and settled for the uncertainty, ”the maybe,” I’ll try,” and the exhausted excuses. I endured the sting of every rejection until, little by little, I started to believe that was all I was meant for. That I should simply be thankful for the rare moments of acceptance and remain quietly on the sidelines.

It wasn’t easy, but when I finally saw myself becoming the shattered person I had always feared, I knew I had to move on. With every step, I forced myself forward, learning that one of the hardest things in life is walking away from something you’ve always longed for. But I did it.

I did it because I was tired of living under gray skies and wanted to feel the warmth of the sun again. I did it for the moments of unrestrained laughter that left me breathless. I did it because, despite my flaws, my scars, and the emptiness I sometimes feel, I still deserve a chance at joy.

It took time, but I’ve never been prouder.

I did it.