I want to be able to view what we had as part of the millions and millions of insignificant things that happen every day around the world. I want to be able to ignore your texts, and not reply to your emails.
I’m terrified that if our paths cross again – like I’m ever so hopefully they will – that the same spark and the same feeling won’t be there. And if I’m being honest, I don’t know what I’d do if the one person that felt like home became just a hallow soul that I no longer knew.
All I was to you was a pit stop in your exploration, a post adolescent experiment that ended as quickly as it began.
My alcohol tolerance has reached a new high but the only thing I found at the bottom of every bottle was yearning and missing you.
You were the person I thought I could be with forever. The person I thought I could own a dog with. You were everything.Unfortunately, you still are.
I let you in, but I never got anything in return.
It’s time to understand that you had absolutely no say in how long someone stayed in your life, that you couldn’t have loved them any more, that you couldn’t have bent them into someone who understood the core of you.
I love you as effortlessly as breathing. I don’t remember a time when I didn’t know how to do it. I don’t remember a time when it didn’t feel second nature.
But maybe it’s not an instant relief. Maybe this heartbreak just takes a very long time to heal. Maybe every time I don’t call, text, or email you, I move an inch forward. Piece by piece.
We passed in the street once, and did not acknowledge one another. I wish for different.