So it’s from this day forward.
Tired of Running
I’m tired of running. Tired of running away, that is. I have decided to hang up my running shoes once and for all.
I’m going to dig out the key to my heart that has been hidden and locked securely away in a solid box of fear, covered with dust and cobwebs. It’s time to take it out, clean it off, polish it up, but it in a beautiful gift box, for the man who desires it the most, treat it with loving care, and willing to take a hold of it with both hand…hold on to it tightly…and never let go.
I deserve to be loved, adored and cherished, which is more than I have been getting, or allowing myself to have. I have learned that my hearts desire is not going to come to me; I have to go out there and find it, and take a hold of it, for myself.
No more could a, should a, would a, and looking back. I have analyzed all the mistakes I have made, and the mistakes that others have chosen to lay blame on me, and I now know the difference. I hope in my heart that I can make good on those mistakes that are mine to claim, by changing my behavior in the future, when a similar situation and choice arises.
1 Love note(s):
good for you. and good luck!
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