A storm is brewing, my friends.
I am not sure what the storm will bring, hopefully a rainbow. Sometimes, after the storm, there is simply calm.
I pray for your soul. I really do. I know that my soul has already paid for my mistakes and I have grieved for you, and I can do so no longer.
I can’t pick myself up immediately or exuberantly. I can only pick myself up slowly. Especially if there’s no one to lean on in the mean time.
I may not be the most beautiful woman in the room, I may not be the happiest, but I am the most sure. I don’t pine for you because it’s right or wrong, I pine for you because I want to. Because I see the greater good in you. I see the wonder in your embrace and the passion behind your kiss.
The waiting is nearly over. The storm is coming. I may make some mistakes but at least I will be prepared for what is coming. There can be nothing further that I don’t already have the ability to handle.
I am an aries. I am intense. I am emotional and I make mistakes. I fight for what I believe in and have a hard time letting things go. I see things in black and white, while you see them in gray. I need to slow down, and you need to speed up, just a little bit.
I will meet this storm head on and come out better than fine in the end. I am no longer scared this time.