Freedom

do you ever cry from disbelief?

just the thought that, the version of yourself that you dreamt of, will never come to fruition.

it’s not a sad cry, it feels like it is but it’s really not. it’s more of the disbelief. how can you be so different? what changed in your mind so much that you are no longer what you thought you wanted to be.

you are happy. you are loved. your loss exists but so does the love that you are learning, is the only thing that fills that hole, deep in your chest. you don’t feel empty anymore, you don’t feel as much sadness as you once did. a part of it, is almost freedom. letting go of the expectations you had for yourself and being able to be sad but letting yourself be loved.

letting the love of your life, look you deep in the eyes, and know that she cares for everything you have been through.

you will be fine, and you will be better than okay. you are no longer what you expected from you.

you are free.