It seems like I've said it a hundred times. (And I'm sure I have...) "I can't do this." "I'm sorry, I'm done." "I will always love you, but it's time for me to say goodbye." It's like the world comes crashing down at least once a week and the relationship spins into turmoil because something else has come up telling me that I just can't do it anymore. Yet somehow every time, some mystical force pulls me back in. It's like no matter what happens, it's not enough to break us. Maybe it's fate. Maybe it's love. Maybe it's God. But whatever it is, I'm grateful for it. Because even after all the pain and fear and change and hell, I wouldn't trade it for the world. Having a best friend that will always be there for me, no matter how much we change; having someone that shapes me on a daily basis; having someone who loves me with everything they can is maybe not something I need to survive, but it is something I choose to have in my life. And it's a blessing that I will forever be grateful for. Because at this point, I think we're going to last. No matter how many times I tell you I can't do it, I know that we haven't made it this far for nothing. Something's telling me I'm never losing you.
"And I know I'm never letting this go. I'm stuck on you. Woah, woah stuck like glue. You and me baby we're stuck like glue."
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