You’re reflecting on the past, which won’t ever be again. Even if they were to leap back into your life, they wouldn’t be the same, and neither would you.
And you made my decision for me in the end, because the only option you left me was to move on.
When you pretended to care and enquired about the source of my sadness I finally told you the truth that had been bubbling inside me for months. You responded by telling me that you were too tied up to be with me.
You love with a gentleness. This time, you aren’t crossing the street with both eyes shut. This time, you are checking. This time, you are loving without being blind.
A letter addressed to me. How strategic of him, I reeled. How selfish. How spot-on. I love letters.
Even when we are in love, our relationship changes and develops as we experience things and learn more about ourselves and the world we find ourselves in.
You live together and share every single part of your lives. What the absolute fuck are you supposed to do now?
On the nights I lay awake, staring at a ceiling that looks like yours, I wonder if you’re looking down on me from up there.
“He’s my biggest weakness and I always hate myself in the morning if I stay the night.”
I was shattered and I was worn. But I promise that there’s more to me than that.