I found my seat in the back row. I wanted to see, but didn’t want people to see me. It made me uncomfortable when people saw me cry.
My heart wasn’t ready to let you go.
Maybe, I’m just petrified. Petrified of falling in love again, and losing it. And maybe I’m just terrified of getting attached to the point of no return.
We wanted so badly to believe that we were still the same people we were when all of this began. We constructed a false reality in which we made sense, and desperately clung on to that idea of harmony.
Where is the good in goodbye unless you know it isn’t final?
Know that I’ll never stop loving you, but I have to move on and live my life.
I am always waiting for you to leave again and return again. I forever feel in limbo—excited to see you and dreading you leaving. The ground beneath me is constantly shifting, and I am always falling, reaching out for you but you’re not here. Not even close.
Sometimes I wonder if it was easy, letting me go.
I want you to know that for me it was real, every minute.
I know he’s made you smile, made you laugh, made your world feel so filled. And I know it seems empty without him. But you must let him go, sweet girl.