Here’s to you who had the patience to listen to my endless and most random thoughts and I know I’m hard to put up with but you didn’t leave.
I want to write about you. The sound of your voice, the way you smile and laugh and how I couldn’t possibly understand that for a short period of time I was determined to be everything that you needed.
“Are you going to kill me?” Morgan whispered looking into Tommy’s bright blue eyes.
Tommy paused and walked over to Morgan’s chair, “I don’t wanna… If ya stay I won’t have’ta.
But there’s something so lonely about continuously meeting (good) people and feeling nothing. If I don’t make an effort, I won’t have that gut sinking. I won’t have to look at someone face-to-face and realize, yet again, it’s just me. I’m a walking shell.
Looking back on our time together, I should’ve known my purpose for meeting you was to learn how to lose you. Our relationship was too careless, too exhilarating, too consuming to control.
What happens when you’re crazy about someone who just isn’t right?
But how could they know all of who you are? How could they understand all you’ve triumphed against? All the times life beat you down and, still, you found the courage to stand back up?
You’re just the “In-Between” girl, a girl to fill his time between actual girlfriends. He stops talking to you and you wonder, “Was it me?”
It’s the memory of the past that you let continue to live in you. It’s the constant comparison between life with him and life after him.
Overcoming this won’t be easy or an overnight fix. But that is okay. And you need to remember that.