Letting Go

I guess this isn't too rant-y, but a little deeper and a little bit more serious.

This summer was an interesting one. I got closer to my best friend, a person that I was in love with. Without getting into all the details, we went to a wedding together and things were amazing. We stayed up talking until 6 that morning and I realized how much I loved him and how scared I was to tell him, even though I thought he knew. I went over to Chelsea's house the next day and cried because I wasn't sure what to do. We talked every day since then, and then not even 10 days later I got a message from him asking what I said to someone I didn't know. I replied I had no idea what he was talking about and sent him a lengthy message asking how he could think I would do something like that. I haven't heard from him since - this was in August.

Now, I've been told by many people that he isn't worth my time and that if it was meant to be, it will. I've been told that he did not treat me that well in the first place and that he wasn't worth my heart in the first place.

This may all be true; however, it didn't, and still doesn't help my heart. I can't help that I fell in love with him, I can't help that it hurt. Now, almost 6 full months later, I'm learning to let go. I have a tattoo on my collar bone that says "Let Go" and I originally got it to remind myself to let go of things I can't stress about. While I can't change this man's feelings towards me or what he thinks I have done to wrong him, I CAN Let Go. I can Let Go and feel better about myself. He does not define me, nor do his actions. He tried to strip away my entire character and it worked ... but not anymore. I'm done. I'm Letting Go.

~Love~