Sometimes True Love Is Walking Away
Before I walk out that door, is there a word you might want to say? Maybe to say that you want me to stay. Because this love has been real up until this moment in time. And honestly, I’m walking away but my heart is still here in this place. I’m calling on it to come along with me, but it looks at me funny and sullen and that gives me the creeps.
Like a rabid dog who would do anything just to keep it high, even devour, the very one that has kept it, feed it and given it a home. And this is my own heart, acting all out against me.
Logic and reason says it’s best you walk away. Logic says you’ve got to give this some time. And logic says you’ve got to give it some breathing space. So although it hurts to walk away, walking away is the right thing to do. But if this is the right thing to do then why does it hurt this bad ? Why do I feel the pain of my own heart being pulled out of my chest. It’s like my heart is in her hands, and I’m trying to pull away but she holds on to it. And I can feel the tension build, like an elastic band that is being stretched and man that hurts. It hurts so bad, tears start to fall, and I know, that this is pain.
This is me being expatriated from the only place I’ve called home. This is me, waking up to something I thought was a dream, but far from that, this is real.
This now a fight not with her, but it’s one with my own heart. A heart that is choosing to stay although I know this isn’t safe. I know you will like to be with her and this desire is equally the same. But my heart, you need to learn. Sometimes it best to let go of the people that you love. Sometimes walking away is the only way, the only way to have truly loved someone.
Sometimes when the expression of love becomes a chore. And your love feels unrequited and every waking day leaves you gloomy and sad, because your incessant calls to your love one came back without a response.
Sometimes walking away is the only way to truly love, letting let her have what she wants, her space, her time, and her mind.
Sometimes the only way to have loved is to walk out of the door; and call it done.
