It’s unfortunate that you’re no longer the best thing in my life. You’re just 382 photos on my phone that I can’t get myself to delete.
We oftentimes let our broken hearts and those who broke our hearts define how we live life.
I am in love and I want marriage, but marriage oftentimes seems so frightening.
Maybe this is selfish of me.
Truth is, I forgive you.
The pain you make me feel is akin to the breaking of all my bones and I can’t find it in myself to say I love you any less because it is not true.
Love is that one mystery in life that I need, that interests me
I imagine this is what it is to have a soulmate and I wish to spend the rest of my life seeing you smile.
It was easy to love you and it was easy to let you in, but you were hard to let go of and to forget about.
It was subtle. It happened slowly like an hourglass slowly drops sand and it hurt in the softest of ways.