When the wind blows and everything goes quiet, what do you hear? When you are all alone with your thoughts, what do you feel?
She told the story. She told the whole story. It took her years of hurt and heartbreak and confusion and pain and loss to get it out of her, but she finally told it. All those years trying not to hurt anyone while the hurt piled up for her and she said enough. It took a loss. It took lost opportunities. It took a tragedy. It took going back and remembering everything that got her to where she was, made her the person she was to finally realize it was okay for her to stop hurting.
The questions kept piling up for her. Who will it hurt? Who will be offended? Who will even care that her story was told? Will telling her story free her or will it bring more lost confusion? Does she even need to worry about that anymore? “Those who mind, don’t care - those who care, don’t mind”, right?
She will stay strong. She always has been the strong one. Just nobody knew that the strong outer appearance was just for show, that deep down, she was dying. She was saved years ago. It did not make all the hurt go away, but it made her stronger, more able to handle the hurt. If she had not been saved when she had, who knows if she would have made it through.
Her story goes on. The pain will one day subside. She is sure of it. One step at a time, she tells herself. One day at a time, she reminds herself. One relationship at a time. She asks herself now, when can she go back and make peace one last time? When will she be able to take it all in the way she needs to?
Time can heal. She will be back. It will never be the way it should be, the way she wants it to be, the way she always hoped. There will always be someone missing, someone who will not take the time and someone who cannot be there any longer. It is the story of the world. The world goes on. Life is lived one day, one moment at a time. All that time, all those moments, what will you do with it?
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She told the story. She told the whole story. It took her years of hurt and heartbreak and confusion and pain and loss to get it out of her, but she finally told it. All those years trying not to hurt anyone while the hurt piled up for her and she said enough. It took a loss. It took lost opportunities. It took a tragedy. It took going back and remembering everything that got her to where she was, made her the person she was to finally realize it was okay for her to stop hurting.
The questions kept piling up for her. Who will it hurt? Who will be offended? Who will even care that her story was told? Will telling her story free her or will it bring more lost confusion? Does she even need to worry about that anymore? “Those who mind, don’t care - those who care, don’t mind”, right?
She will stay strong. She always has been the strong one. Just nobody knew that the strong outer appearance was just for show, that deep down, she was dying. She was saved years ago. It did not make all the hurt go away, but it made her stronger, more able to handle the hurt. If she had not been saved when she had, who knows if she would have made it through.
Her story goes on. The pain will one day subside. She is sure of it. One step at a time, she tells herself. One day at a time, she reminds herself. One relationship at a time. She asks herself now, when can she go back and make peace one last time? When will she be able to take it all in the way she needs to?
Time can heal. She will be back. It will never be the way it should be, the way she wants it to be, the way she always hoped. There will always be someone missing, someone who will not take the time and someone who cannot be there any longer. It is the story of the world. The world goes on. Life is lived one day, one moment at a time. All that time, all those moments, what will you do with it?
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