Simmering Confusion

For I have loved, and I have let go. Why do the good memories haunt me? My sleep has been disturbed for something deep inside me forbids it. But I think this is a good thing as my heart says... though my mind loathes it.

I'm not ready to let go, yet I'm swaying in this confusion. I know someone is laughing at me somewhere, but I'm fine with that. I'm better than him in every way. There's so much anxiety, and I really want to be the hero...but it is not my destiny at this time.

Patience indeed.

And sigh...