Now my days with you come to a close, I want to tell you that I’m very pleased to have known you. With you, I have grown.
You’ll send me a happy birthday text and I won’t know whether to respond with a simple “thank you,” to talk about how much I miss you and want you back in my life, or to refuse to respond at all.
To be completely honest, I’m not ready yet. I’m not ready to pretend that seeing your name on my phone or in my inbox doesn’t make my heart flutter because you want to talk to me. That you want to see how I am.
Once you left you took a piece of me that I only shared with you. You made me realize you can’t build homes in people.
When I’m alone in the shower, without social media to scroll through or friends to text, it gives me time to think — and time to think is dangerous.
The delicate structure wasn’t suffice to hold us both
The neighbourhood is filled with such a meddling crowd
The voices in my head were gone.
They were replaced by your voice.
Your constant words of comfort,
Your voice that sung me to sleep.
I am reborn now. My mind still wanders and my heart beats with such an intense and undeniable velocity. My heart does not ache, it instead yearns for an exposed type of love.
I’ll send my friend reminders of what we did this time last year and we both allow ourselves to be engulfed with pity. It’s a crash and burn, but most importantly, it takes way from the present.
I think we dreamed of loving people like each other our whole lives.