Your own way

I made the phone call- the one I didn’t want to- because who really wants to hurt anyone? But it had been three days and I knew he deserved better. He was good to me. Us not being able to be together has nothing to do with him, it has everything to do with me and who I am. I asked him to coffee, after weeks of fancy dinners and fun dates I was asking him to coffee? Yes. I wanted to keep it simple, because I knew it wasn’t going to be easy, so coffee it was. We sat there. I cried, he was sad too, I read him my script, yes I wrote a script. I wanted him to know I had spent so much time thinking of this and us and why it wouldn’t work. He got a little angry, who wouldn’t. He told me I was scared and weak and wrong, and I know all those things are valid, I know he may think I am, but I am just not ready to give someone my heart again, not even close. So I gave him a hug and he held me so tight, he whispered “I’m here” and then I couldn’t take anymore. I’m sad and confused and mad too, because how come I’m not ready yet, when this guy is so lovely and cute?

But on my drive home, I turned on the radio, and God wink because guess what I hear:

If it's a broken heart then face it

And hold your own,

Know your name

And go your own way

Hang on

Help is on the way

Stay strong

I'm doing everything

Hold your own

Know your name

And go your own way

Everything will be fine

Everything in no time at all

Hearts will hold on

And finally: