One of the worst feelings in the world is when you’re looking at someone with so much passion and that person is standing there unaware of your existence, how can someone be so close yet so far?
This is where I leave your secretiveness and your inability to say how you feel. Your disregard for my emotions, and the disrespect towards my persona. This is where I leave our chemistry.
Your calm held back my storms and your wisdom cured my insanity.
I’m sorry and thank you. These are the only words that mean anything when you are dying. Once you tear it all away, get to the core of what your life meant, all that is left is gratitude and apologies.
I never got to ask you what you were afraid of, what your dreams were, if you were happy.
You will tell her a poor research about human cells being replaced after seven years so that one day, I will leave no trace on your body.
You will fuck the hurt out of your skin and call it nothing because it is.
Give them the breakup that is real, so they will know, from then on, that the only time it’s over is when it has actually ended.
We’ve all been there. If you haven’t, you probably will at some point. That cute, competent and smart guy at your internship will make you look forward to coming to work every day despite the awaiting horrendous workload and deadlines.
You’ll learn these too.