Sometimes you rail against these changes,
denying them and fighting them.
Trying to bargain and trade to get back whatever it is you’ve lost.
I have found myself in this space.
Begging for second chances, swearing I’ll change myself to fit a mold and ideal of someone else.
Just so they’ll want me.
Love is lost
These people that became pieces of you decide to pack up and go elsewhere.
A space left behind that was once filled with them.
I’ve mourned these exits.
Shed tears and felt I’d never be whole again.
Only I filled, I grew, I evolved.
I became brand new.
These spaces that were vacated created space for new love and friends to come alongside me.
A me that is stronger, wiser, better.
More equipped to appreciate a love and friends that can join me on my journey and stay.
I don’t beg for people to stay anymore, nor do I attempt to morph and change to appear more pleasing.
These are things you lose yourself in.
That you that should, instead, be set free.
I don’t want to be lost, I want to be found.
Continually digging deeper and deeper into myself for a truer more authentic version of me and giving it the space to spring forth.
The love I invite waters this and rejoices.
The friends that walk beside me feed this and celebrate.
Constantly becoming stronger, wiser, and better in tandem.
Looking back I can clearly see why life needed to change, and why there was the space left behind by leave-taking because these are the things that brought me here.
Each life change awakened me further, bringing me closer to who I want to be and to the people that I desire to surround myself with.
The lessons taught by former friends and lovers have prepared me to meet people from a space of greater understanding and compassion…
as well as to deeply and unapologetically appreciate magic when discovered.
Your Trusted Friend ♥️