But sometimes, it is in allowing someone to embrace our brokenness too
that we become "whole.."
Sometimes, it is in letting that one willing soul to help us
pick the broken fragments of our self-worth
that we start seeing a better version of ourselves.
We maybe hurting that person,
but being accepted over and over again, we are saved.
Yes, sometimes, letting go seems the best option.
But sometimes, holding-on Billy...
to the point of unreasonableness,
is the only way to go.
My heart bleeds.
But I still insist on happy-endings.
