Their name stops appearing on your phone and then you start questioning yourself what you did wrong for this to happen.
I knew falling in love with you was the worst mistake ever.
I guess we became addicted to the rush of it all, the way we turned off our brains just enough to feel everything we’ve ever missed. And as much as I hate the way things played out, something keeps telling me it was all worth the risk.
Maybe I really didn’t do my part as much as I thought I did, maybe I didn’t give my all, maybe I preach about loving too hard but when it came to loving you, I fell short. I backed off. I was afraid of how hard the fall may be. I was afraid of not getting up.
This state of brokenness isn’t eternal. The scars they left you can fade.
when i think about the past and how much happier i was back then.
You’re constantly referencing to old fights, even if you’ve since resolved these problems.
Emotional abuse isn’t one where you’ll see marks or bruises anywhere but on the inside forever shaping and altering the person forever. It’s the unkind words. It’s the verbal threats. It’s the screaming and yelling and fighting.
But the honest truth is I’m completely emotionally and physically drained pretending that losing you wasn’t the worst thing to ever happen to me.
They won’t cancel last minute or change plans.