It was a waste of time… and tears. Seriously, he was not worth that. Crying for days. Man, I was weak.

Seriously, I had something to say. Why couldn’t I just say it?

But no, I just let it go on. Not for days, or weeks. No, for months. For months I let him think I was his. Ugh, I was so weak. I couldn’t even correct him.

Instead, I just cried late at night, wondering what was wrong with me. I spent so much time wallowing in my own stupidity and weakness, when, with one quick word, I could have freed myself.

I could just sit here, forever, just thinking about. Hitting myself in the head because of it, getting all worked up again. Or I could let it go. That’s the hardest part for me. Not admitting that I made a mistake. No, the hardest part, is forgiving myself.

Then, when I do that, I can truly be free.