. . .- - -. . . It isn't a prize, it's a scar.
My intent with sharing my journey of relationships, are from my hearts prospective,
finishing with thoughts only my brain can understand or express.
I won't reveal my story in details.
I believe
with just the explanation of my feelings,
you'll be able to picture it clearly.
I choose this not to shield myself, but to spare the hearts of those I love...
and those I once loved...
So I'll do my best to leave out the ugly words.
When you see an exploding thought bubble
feel free to fill it in with your own story.
I'm not here to one-up anyone...
because in this category,
having the worst story doesn't make you a winner.
It isn't a prize, it's a scar.
After all,
it's the commonality of our feelings that I hope to connect with.
Every time I forgave,
I felt like I fell a little more out of love.
And honestly,
why is it called falling in love?
The falling out of love is the part no one warns you about.
It was never about the falling in...
It was always about the falling out of love. 