Taylor’s squad looking entirely unimpressed and like girls who for sure made you cry in high school. #VMAs
I’m zoning out now. Everything feels itchy. I’m being suffocated by myself. I wonder if it’s possible to just die for no reason. I combust and nobody knows why, or how. I just do.
So here it is, the truth that has people watching my destruction, a car wreck on the side of the road. I can see all of them rubbernecking my heartbreak.
I thought endings for us were always just temporary spots. Because we were permanence in every way. That nothing has ever felt like seeing you get out of the elevator at that hotel, or across a crowded airport.
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Try as I might to erase every bit of you from my life, you still linger. I make a point to shove you out, to pretend you aren’t reality, but then I open my eyes and you are still here.
If you start to miss her, stop right there. If you think, “maybe I’ll just ask how she’s doing, ” Stop right there.
“We’re all lonely for something we don’t know we’re lonely for. How else to explain the curious feeling that goes around feeling like missing somebody we’ve never even met?”
It’s entirely possible to care for someone, know they care for you, and be aware of the fact that you just aren’t on paths that will ever intersect long enough to be together in the long term. If one of you wants kids and the other wants to move somewhere new every six months, it’s safe to say you won’t settle down together. But that doesn’t discount what you have in the present.