Learning is painful. Loving is risk. Memories are built in sand, ready to disintegrate into the shore of your subconscious to be replaced with new experiences.
You broke me and you made it look effortless. You took my heart like it was made for you and dropped it like it was easy.
But you couldn’t break your own heart for hints. For implications. For assumptions. You needed a love that yelled its devotion from the rooftops
I see him there and I see for once what I failed to see before: That I broke him.
Just get through the day, this pain cannot be forever, this cannot go on eternally. And you just want to free yourself.
Because life was never about happiness being tethered to a person, or a job, or an ideal set of circumstances. Happiness was there all along.