I broke our heart because I cannot keep up with the lie that we’re the same, you and I.
I left behind a life that I cherished and that I loved in hopes to find something better, in hopes to find something more.
You try to plant roots, but you weren’t born with seeds; you were born with wings, so you do what you do best – you leave.
I’m sorry that it has to be like this. That I am a woman with wandering feet and a heart too full to stay in one place. I’m sorry that I cannot be one you need right now, and that even though I love you, I must chase my dreams first.
I think I knew I would never put our brand new set of dishes in those cabinets to store. I think I knew we would never share the same bed in the room I had painted. I think I knew you were gone before you were home.
You don’t get to come into her life again when she’s trying to heal and reopen the wounds, the wounds that you left her with.
There must be something about where you are that just isn’t satisfying you. Otherwise, you wouldn’t feel the need to leave.
You’ll start to wonder what’s missing from your life, when you list off these things you’ll realize I am the answer
I will choose to remember that you loved me, hopefully, as much as I had loved you.
Suddenly, what I thought I’d never let go of, seemed to let go of me. Whether it’s time, or growth, or falling in love with someone new, what used to mean so much to me – what was once me and you – evaporated.