For a long time I’ve been able to exist in the dream of a princess from a fairy tale, living the life I want to live and having the love I want as well. I’ve been a very lucky woman, and I'm grateful for the experience. Time and space have taken their toll, and the change that is an inevitable part of life has occurred. As with everything here, it turns out I have to let him go. A man of God is still first and foremost a man, and so I continue forward on my chosen path, alone. In some ways he was never mine, but a borrowed soul. This was a risk I took when I came here, and it seems the time has come to cash in my chips. I regret nothing.
We had a good run.
1 comment:
Thata girl...hang in there! right now you are doing something amazing with your life and if he can't be apart of it then he was never yours-just like you said. Love you!
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