Some soulmates are not here for a lifetime, they are here for a season or a reason.
I didn’t prepare for the process of undoing. I didn’t prepare to scour my home, the place we’d called home together, and take down all remnants of you.
It is difficult to move on. It breaks you down in ways you never expected to be broken before. But when this happens, do not fear the rebuilding. Do not lament the pieces of yourself that you have lost, the pieces of yourself that were left over.
All I was to you was a pit stop in your exploration, a post adolescent experiment that ended as quickly as it began.
It’s June and you keep disappearing like the butterfly I just want one picture of,
just some proof it existed, all I wanted was to know you still loved me.
I let them circle until I lose my nerve and rope them in from the edge of my teeth. I tell myself I love you.
I lost myself somewhere between the thought of you, me, and the fantasy movie I had rolling through my head of us together.
We could have been great together, even as friends, but time was a thief and he robbed me of the time we needed to be with each other.
You want to break this apart, before your heart gets shattered very unwillingly. You can’t accept that such a great thing has occurred, and you have to destroy it, before it destroys you.
Not getting an answer sucks. Watching the person you care for so deeply change before your eyes and walk away, sucks. But you will make it through.