How can someone so determined to have something move on from it knowing it was something that could have been so beautiful?
Where my failed love stories lay to rest.
You’re like a lingering ghost.
I miss the way the stars lit up when we were together. Nowadays, they’ve been dull.
I wonder, is she everything I wanted to be for you?
Then I breathe. I’m awake, and you being asleep is just the calm before every storm. Why am I not used to this yet?
But still, I wonder if we hid it well enough.
A little tenderness can go a long way, my love.
These days, the thought of you hasn’t been clouding my mind anymore. The pain that once held me back from getting out of bed is now long gone.