If I never see you again, I want you to know that you were more than just a friend.
Leaving doesn’t mean we are running from our problems, it simply means we’re cutting out the parts of our lives that could no longer ensure us happiness.
I can let loose in the mixed haze of 2 AM and intoxication. I can trust you and allow myself to be vulnerable with you at that time of night. But I can’t do it in the morning.
I’m scared, I’m so terribly scared to have you break my heart after all the time I spent loving it and mending the previously broken pieces back together. I don’t want to place it in your hands carefully just to have you be reckless and drop it then watch it shatter all over the floor.
You are worth more than being ghosted or waiting hours upon hours for a text message you’ll never receive. You are more than unanswered questions and feeling hopeless.
I need to know I can count on you, I need to know you won’t just walk away because the last thing I need is another impermanent relationship with someone who could get up and leave at any given moment.
You’ll always be the home that has my heart but it’s my soul that’s on the prowl this time.
I haven’t thought about you. Since the last time I thought about you.
I suppose it’s this space, the space between no longer and not yet, that explains what we are doing here anyway – actively existing.
It took us years to understand that love was not meant to justify hurt; that love alone was never meant to be used as a means of vindicating the problems we didn’t fight to change.