Real body positivity is giving yourself a break.
Would they tell of the shakiness of my fingers grasping into bark as you pushed me up against the oak the first time we kissed?
What am I going to say when she asks the hard questions? The questions about this world we are living in. What am I going to say when she asks the same questions that bring me to my knees and leave tears rolling down my cheeks?
When you asked if you could come in to talk. Closing that door was the hardest thing I have ever had to do.
The worst part of living in your head is feeling like you are trapped there forever, alone.
I can’t seem to forget that time still flies. I feel like I am paralyzed without you.
I am sorry that the idea of who I wanted you to be created an unrealistic expectation that I should have never depended on you to fill.
I want to be remembered as the one who showed up. I want people to remember my presence. I want to be there for the ups and the downs, the celebrations and the trials, the failures and the wins.
I want you to remember the good parts, the times that seemed like they could last forever. That’s what I saw in you: a forever.
I delete your number. I unfollow you on social media. I have occasional lapses. I’ll look you up on Facebook. I’ll reread old letters. But there are days when you aren’t my first thought in the morning.