I don’t want to hear your excuses that you had a long day because we all have long days. We all are working our asses off in this world just to get by. But if being involved in the things I do in my life is too much for you don’t get upset when I tell you goodbye.
We both wanted to heal, to find someone who will break the walls we’ve built and show us how great love can be. I knew you wanted the same thing, or so I thought.
I wish there was a remedy for this pain, for living every day without you. I wish there was a remedy that would make you mine again.
My “no one can fuck with me” and “no one can get close enough to hurt me” attitude was contradicting what I actually wanted deep down. Everyone in our lives are going to hurt us at some point, it’s just a matter of figuring out who is worth it.
You don’t try to ‘fix everything’ for one another or prevent one another from having any challenging experiences whatsoever – because you understand that struggle is a natural part of any adult’s life. But you also never hesitate to step in, do whatever you can to help your partner, and to help them keep themselves afloat when they feel like they’re drowning.
You’re swift to wipe the tears off your cheeks and clear your throat with a swallow. Because you don’t want to break the tough facade you’ve put up for show.
She knows what it’s like to be the only one trying, the only one caring.
You will leave, like all the others. The sea breeze will claim you before long, and I will be left standing with the wind in my hair — a gentle reminder of something lost.
I hope you show up defeated.
Ask love if she wants to watch a movie, but continue to talk for another 3 hours. Love will stay.