In life, you’ll always wish you knew what was coming.
And even so I wonder. Vulnerability. Heartbreak. Bare truths. Consuming. Spontaneous.
It only takes looking at you and seeing in your eyes how much you love us.
It was a pleasure to meet you, stranger.
The years passed as you watched me turn into the woman that I am today. We grew apart every single day.
You come up with excuses to see him out of the blue.
Don’t tell anyone you want to see them if you don’t mean it. Don’t just tell someone how you can’t let go of them and then proceed to do so a few hours later.
I was letting myself fall entirely for someone who was only half mine. Half-there. Half-loving. You were half-everything.
Nothing is different to the outside world; no one sees the changes happening. But you do. You feel it.
You don’t feel the warmth that Christmas used to bring to your home. How could you?