Romantichaos

Suffering precedes meaning like winter precedes spring. If flowers didn't shrivel and dry, wilt and die, we wouldn't be able to watch them bloom. I grew taller without you, and that's not just because you told me to work on my posture. I learned lessons from your absence I still carry with me. I lowered my expectations, not my standards. I still know my worth, but I know better than to place it in the hands of others. You never know how clumsy and careless someone is until they've mishandled something sacred you gave them. I also know better than to mistake dysfunction for romance. There is something beautiful about fighting for each other, but fighting with each other is entirely different. The excitement you evoked in me wasn't worth the chaos. If only you could see the fruits I bear now, you might regret letting me go. But it isn't something I care to know, for I am holding onto myself instead of you. And it isn't your place to enjoy the beauty of a tree whose roots you neglected to water. You and your seemingly romantic chaos are no longer welcome in my orchard.