there are not many times in my life when my anger has been this palatable. i can almost feel it on the tip of my tongue each time i speak.
the years i loved, struggled, held on, fought...
i want to scream for putting up with it all for as long as i did.
ultimately, i know i stayed out of love, but in hindsight, nothing seems to justify the waiting.
besides, it's pointless to fuss over the past. what's happened has happened for a reason, just like i was able to let go at this moment for a reason. everything happens in its due time, and this is no different.
new loves will come, we will both heal. in the meantime, there's work to do.
the anger is simply motivation to move ahead.