Day after day and parts of myself cease just for me to be able to grasp tightly on parts of him.
You broke her. Every inch and every piece, every nook and cranny of her entirety.
“Hey, do you have a spare pen?” that was the first time I heard you speak.
Because the truth is, he’s not even worth it… none of your pain, none of your tears, not even your thoughts.
I wish I can convince you to take the dive with me and hold my hand as we thread through the future together.
There’s a total of three wedding invitations on my desk.
“Nobody sees, nobody knows. We are a secret, can’t be exposed.”
I had convinced myself that if we are meant to be, we will eventually happen. We will be together.
I started selfishly loving my own heart.
Love her flaws, because that’s what honed her into the person she is right now.