waiting.

Caught in between unfinished stories and what-ifs. How to draw the line of where your heart can’t take it any longer, this thing called waiting while your heart is out in the open.... is there a point where the feeling of uncertainty reaches more power than the love you have for another soul? I don’t know ... I really don’t ...

There is just one thing I do know and that is: If it’s meant to be it will be. You won't have to force it or compromise your standards to keep something you never truly had ... It will fall into place or it won't.  But I want to love fearlessly without being afraid of losing sight of the shore in the meantime. I just don't know where to draw the line. And it is probably one of those things where you realize what needs to be done and said when the timing has come.
You can not force a heart to move on or speed things up. You can not force it to forget or stop it from falling, it is what it is and letting it be is a damn frightening thing to do.

Isn’t it incredible.. how rare it is to like someone and for them to like you back? To reach a point where you can‘t imagine moving on because you are looking for pieces of that person in everyone else you meet ... I always said that love doesn’t have the ability to stop, and I don’t think I want it too. Making it stop would prevent me from keeping you alive in my memories. And you are far more than a story I am willing to forget. 

There is a part of me that believes in self-love and loving another person at the same time with the same passion. Two things that should be able to coexist in the presence of true love. Someone who really loves you will never ask you to lower your standards, and someone who would never ask you to lower your standards is someone worth holding on too, I guess.

How much can a  person take? How long can you hold onto something without knowing where it ends? Are you really suffering because of love or because of the way you compromised yourself to keep something that has not reached its timing yet? If I am able to believe in faint, I would be able to let you go. But no matter how many goodbyes I am saying, my heart is whispering I'll see you soon.