acceptance.

Sometimes we want people in our life so much that we cling to a desperate raft of hope. Sometimes we don't let go for years. Eventually we all have to try and let go. And hope we don't drown. I accept he is not coming back. I accept that he does not want me and that he is happy with someone who is more suited to him. I am sad, but I can't live like this anymore and I will always wish the best for him. The poet that rewrote my soul.