He no longer compliments you. It may be a new haircut or a dress he usually likes on you. He doesn’t notice or care.
It just doesn’t seem fair to miss you when I never really had you in the first place.
We bury the dead so that they can peacefully decompose, and we bury old love stories for the same reason.
Some people never meet their forever people at all. But you met yours.
Go to a wine tasting in a city you’ve never been to.
When you do move on, I beg that the universe does not let me know.
All I was to you was a pit stop in your exploration, a post adolescent experiment that ended as quickly as it began.
My alcohol tolerance has reached a new high but the only thing I found at the bottom of every bottle was yearning and missing you.
I don’t advertise my conquests. But if I did you’d know I slept with someone a day after you left.
You’ve already done the brave thing. You’ve already loved.