I will Not Lie to Myself

How can I give up something that means so much to me… when I’ve finally found something and felt something that I thought would never find or feel.

As much as I love them, I refuse to live a lie and pretend to be someone I’m not. I refuse to pretend to walk down the street in the arms of someone I don’t love.

How could something that feels so right, be so wrong?

How could love be wrong?

You cannot tell people who to love or stop them from loving.

In the end once they are all gone and we are left to continue our lives. To bare all the consequences… all the choices that we made earlier on. If I gave this up because they said I should then I would have lived with the ‘what ifs’…. the lies…

Lying to people…. to myself… is that what life’s all about? Living by other people’s standards…

How do you pull yourself apart and live on lie after another?