My mom carried me for nine months. She felt sick for those months with nausea, then she watched her feet swell & her skin stretch. She teared. She struggled to climb stairs, she got breathless quickly and she even suffered many sleepless nights. She then went through excruciating pain to bring me into this world. Then, she became my nurse, my chef, my maid, my chauffeur, my biggest fan, my teacher & my best friend. She's struggled for me, cried over me, hoped the best for me and prayed for me. Most of us take our mom for granted. Reblog if you love your mom more than anything else in the world ♥
I thought this time would be different. I hate to say that I lost a little bit of respect for you. It’s ashame. I never thought I would and yet here I am with a whole different perspective of you. I guess it’s true; everyone will disappoint you.
I have no idea what we are and a lot of the time I have to keep myself from trying to figure it out because it will take over the majority of my thoughts. And when I think about it, I never knew what we were. We were never friends and never lovers. I think it used to be something in between up until you decided that everything else was more important than me. I personally think it was a defense mechanism so you wouldn’t have to deal with emotions that might lead to a complicated situation. Whatever the case may be, I haven’t changed much this whole time. I’ve made it completely clear that I still care about you more than most people in your life, though we barely talk. I still support you by going to your games, but that’s about it. I don’t know if I should call you a friend or an acquaintance. I wish I could still call you my best friend, but you’re no where near that anymore. Except when you have moments like tonight where I get a glimpse of the old you that actually cared. It’s the weirdest thing and it just makes me more sad. To know that you’re still in there, you would just rather act a different way. I guess what I’m really getting at is I still love you and I probably always will in a way. I’ve just given up trying to figure you out, figure us out. We’ve never been very conventional and I might never understand, but I don’t care. One thing I am sure of, I’m done chasing the past.