Change

Change.
It's hurtful.
Happy.
Good.
Strange.
New.
Exciting.
Frightening.
Exhausting.
Trecherous.

Inevitable.

And I'm just going to have to accept that fact.

Sometimes I wonder if I've done the right thing. I wonder if my heart can ache so badly if what I've done is for the best. I did not know I had so many tears inside of me. Even after I thought I'd stopped, more still came. From where? Where does my body store them? How? It's not as if I have a lot of excess fat in which to keep extra tears. . . My head says I've done the right thing. My heart still questions. My heart still doubts. But since when have feelings been reliable?