a rope worth holding...

He never just had a part of me, he had all of me. I wrapped myself up in his being and it wasn’t surprising when he did the same. Our lives became entwined with a mix of our bests, and our worsts. I’m not scared nor do I feel robbed. I guess I feel a little confused on how something that consuming couldn’t make it to the end.

Here I am now thinking about what lies ahead. To have my string back from the entwined rope, it just doesn’t seem right. I feel vulnerable and not as strong. What I keep forgetting is that it’s not impossible to entwine myself with another rope. So many people don’t want to change, they want to move on and still be the same person. I’ve felt that way for such a long time. Now I feel like the only answer is forgetting..

If I was willing to give that much of myself to him at one time, I shouldn’t be selfish enough to ask for it back. And I shouldn’t be shallow enough to expect another girl to love his leftovers. I have to create something for her to love that isn’t marked by his and mine. I don’t need to hate him in the process either.

This is all ok to feel but theres a day when that strand of rope is knotted and then the new piece forms. Different lengths and different strengths. They're all the same rope. I just need to decide which piece I feel the safest holding when I fall. Right?

Afterall, thats what I've always wanted. For someone to catch me when i fall...