My voice

I have a string voice. I stand up for things I believe in. I'm loud when I'm right. I'm firm when need be. I cry. I'm full of emotion that spills into my voice.

I very rarely stay silent. When I do, something has seriously hurt me. The fact that I didn't want to speak to Chris after he stood me up is huge. I'm always yelling and telling him how he did me wrong. But I was seriously hurt and I was letting my scabs heal before I spoke.

I texted him tonight with a simple message. " You hurt my feelings. I gave you a chance and you just ruined everything. I can't forgive you and I never want to see you again. This is the end of everything."

I had to put the final nail in the coffin myself. I don't think I could have been ok never talking to him or seeing him if I hadn't at least said I was hurt. There is a strength in voicing my desire to never see him. I believe in myself more now.

Part of me wishes for a response back giving excuses and trying to save what little we had. However, I know it won't come. He will remain silent as will I now.

Sometime in my life I will have to face my own voice and tremble at its strengths it tells me to go further and faster than I want, but I will listen. My voice is strong. But mostly, my voice is true.