A windshield can only take so much,
It may seems strong,
But the glass is not unbreakable,
It gets hit by many things,
Like those rocks other cars pick up,
After so many hits it will break.
A windshield can only take so much,
It may seems strong,
But the glass is not unbreakable,
It gets hit by many things,
Like those rocks other cars pick up,
After so many hits it will break.
You say I am sixty percent at fault.
That my temperament pushed you away.
That because of me you fell out of love.
That choosing school over you was not smart.
That you sleep better at night since we went our separate ways.
That you are much happier now that you are single.
You have made it pretty clear;
It is my fault.
My fault for allowing you to disrespect me;
My fault for loving you too much that I allowed you to manipulate me;
My fault for losing myself in the process of pleasing you;
My fault for putting my needs and wants on hold to fulfill yours;
My fault for finally demanding some respect;
My fault for finally having the courage to stand up for me;
My fault for finally pursuing my dreams;
My fault for being my own source of support when I needed it;
My fault because I learned how to love myself again.
The day I found out about you, my heart was full.
The first time I heard your heartbeat, it became my favorite song.
The many times I didn’t feel you move, my stomach felt empty.
The next doctor visit could not come soon enough, I always hoped your song was still playing.
The day you arrived and I was not able to hold you, my heart ached.
The eighteen days we lived apart were an eternity.
The years we have spent together are definitely my favorite.
The way we live is not what I wanted for you, but I hope one day you understand.
The love I feel for you is beyond anything I could ever describe.
The thing I want you to know is that life is a constant change, but I in any shape or form will be there for you.
Love,
Mom
I remember our first date, and how I stole a small kiss.
I remember the expression on your face, you didn’t see that one coming.
I remember the excitement on your face when we became an item.
I remember all the nice things you did for me, from love to respect, to caring for me when I was sick.
I remember everything, including your fear of losing me.
I remember how I was the one to break your heart.
I remember how I pushed you away, my pride blinded me.
There was not a day I did not remember my actions, as I went through the healing process.
These memories have been a reminder that true love does exist and at the right time, it will come again.