She was never asking you to be a different man, just the man she fell in love with. She just wants you to love her like you used to before.
I knew, yet I dove right in. I knew, yet I still desperately hoped I was wrong. I knew, yet I still couldn’t help but love you.
That intuitive part of us always knows when something has served its purpose.
I am closing the door to the rollercoaster that has been you and me.
Maybe I leave because it’s easier to let people go than it is to let people close.
All I know is that this time, I have to do what’s best for me. I have to take this route in my life and see where it leads
So I gave up like I always do, the only constant in all the inconsistency.
I am always waiting for you to leave again and return again. I forever feel in limbo—excited to see you and dreading you leaving. The ground beneath me is constantly shifting, and I am always falling, reaching out for you but you’re not here. Not even close.
Because you have to start loving yourself again.
What happens if we aren’t each other’s people
What happens if I hurt you?
What happens if the distance is too hard?