The world is on hold and we continue on somehow. We don’t know any other way.
At the very least, I can love. That’s all I really have, after all. I can love with all my heart. When I depart from this place, at least I’ll know I tried.
You were supposed to show me the world. You were supposed to show me what I was meant for.
Maybe you’ve wondered, but never had the guts to ask. Maybe you thought I had an eating disorder, but didn’t want to believe it was true. Maybe you thought it was none of your business. Maybe you didn’t want to know.