hold your head under the water, take a breath for the father.
it takes a miracle to push someone to their limit and help them to become their best. i don’t know which was the miracle: being in an abusive relationship, or getting out of it and finding someone real. with heart. either way i’ve grown and become someone completely foreign on the inside. i still hurt a lot, and my insecurities are still pooling behind my eyes and causing me to cry. i’m still impatient and ridden with angst. however, i now truly understand how the things that don’t kill you make you stronger. i’ve acquired a faith and a knowledge i never thought i’d have before. the only thing that miracle brought that i wish i never had is the memory of how i got this way. at random my brain will play a silent movie of what i used to believed was love. i have a terrible of habit of falling back into the feeling of wanting to save something that could never be salvaged.