Some points in our lives are only meant to be temporary resting places.
To the people we love but we must love from a distance,
I know that you do not understand or grasp onto the concept at this time, and I am sorry because I know you are feeling pain. Waves that have an immense ferocity about them, and are at present consuming your life in a state of total encompassing darkness. My heart aches for you because I too am not without sorrow, and grief. The emotions that we feel as we mourn someone who we lose that is so precious to us, but the worst thing is that we know the person, or the people are still indeed alive and perhaps well and thriving.
I cannot make you see that in thi
s time it is something that is for the better, as it is something that I am still running through the scope of my own understanding. However, there comes a point where people simply cannot be a part of each others lives because they have gone from complimenting each other to completing each other, and eventually encompassing each other in a realm so overwhelming that they destroy each other- and only one, if either of them make it out alive. But even then- neither comes out without a piece of themselves missing.
Perhaps it is in these relationships we begin to realize we can no longer love you except from afar only when we find ourselves losing sleep, or forgetting to eat. We find ourselves being inflicted with pointed words, and rather than being apologized to, we find ourselves being the ones to apologize, and then we find ourselves becoming angry- allowing ourselves to morph into these monsters whom we have never before seen. I find myself lashing out, and living on a constant ledge between angry, and sad because I have forgotten how to feel anything else. Because I do not know if I can ever do anything to make you pleased.
We learn we must love people from a distance because sometimes we find ourselves being rejected from homes where we have simply not belonged- and it has taken us years until one day in church when we learn to delete our past that it finally makes sense. We learn that while you felt "dumped" perhaps being loved from a distance is indeed for the better, and even if those people have no part in your present day life, perhaps they don't hate you despite the way they act. Afterall, you understand despite your anger, you never stopped caring, stopped loving, and you realize you never will.
To the people we love from a distance-- it is never that we hate you. It is never that we do not love you. It is the opposite entirely. We love from a distance because we care. Sometimes we cannot be near. For you, and for us. We know that both parties deserve to never be broken, and sometimes the harder paths, and difficult decisions are what lead to great destinations.
Love,
Me
To the people we love but we must love from a distance,
I know that you do not understand or grasp onto the concept at this time, and I am sorry because I know you are feeling pain. Waves that have an immense ferocity about them, and are at present consuming your life in a state of total encompassing darkness. My heart aches for you because I too am not without sorrow, and grief. The emotions that we feel as we mourn someone who we lose that is so precious to us, but the worst thing is that we know the person, or the people are still indeed alive and perhaps well and thriving.I cannot make you see that in thi
s time it is something that is for the better, as it is something that I am still running through the scope of my own understanding. However, there comes a point where people simply cannot be a part of each others lives because they have gone from complimenting each other to completing each other, and eventually encompassing each other in a realm so overwhelming that they destroy each other- and only one, if either of them make it out alive. But even then- neither comes out without a piece of themselves missing.
Perhaps it is in these relationships we begin to realize we can no longer love you except from afar only when we find ourselves losing sleep, or forgetting to eat. We find ourselves being inflicted with pointed words, and rather than being apologized to, we find ourselves being the ones to apologize, and then we find ourselves becoming angry- allowing ourselves to morph into these monsters whom we have never before seen. I find myself lashing out, and living on a constant ledge between angry, and sad because I have forgotten how to feel anything else. Because I do not know if I can ever do anything to make you pleased.
We learn we must love people from a distance because sometimes we find ourselves being rejected from homes where we have simply not belonged- and it has taken us years until one day in church when we learn to delete our past that it finally makes sense. We learn that while you felt "dumped" perhaps being loved from a distance is indeed for the better, and even if those people have no part in your present day life, perhaps they don't hate you despite the way they act. Afterall, you understand despite your anger, you never stopped caring, stopped loving, and you realize you never will.
To the people we love from a distance-- it is never that we hate you. It is never that we do not love you. It is the opposite entirely. We love from a distance because we care. Sometimes we cannot be near. For you, and for us. We know that both parties deserve to never be broken, and sometimes the harder paths, and difficult decisions are what lead to great destinations.
Love,
Me
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