I never ended up posting this last year. For some reason, I always hesitated. But not now, not after everything. Not after, against my better judgement, I allowed someone I walked away from once before, the "second chance" they asked for, doubt in me from the start, because words mean nothing when always contradicted by actions and future words. Even despite love, my deeper instincts in the past always felt uneasy, coming to recognize an uncomfortable truth, and today it became clearer than ever that listening to them then saved me from a worse nightmare than the one I have lived once before. I will allow no more of me to be "taken", no more tolerance for curiosity's sake, when instinct screams to stay away. So today I made a choice. I chose to walk away a second time. The first time I did gave a sense of freedom and lightness of being, albeit fleeting as healing did not come so easy, a testing of "second chance" making it painfully clear that healing had only been masked and not complete. But this time, this time there will be no weakness "for love", for while we can and do love, not always is it beneficial, and sometimes, for our own protection and wellbeing, for true freedom and manifestation of our best self, that love must exist "outside" of our life. No more death. Just life. That of what is "left", with transformative renewal and "rebirth" of anything that was taken.
Words: © 2018 Rosie Chee

