Because the love you made me feel was intoxicating.
We are idealistic. Because most of us spend our time reading or watching, our aspirations are wider.
And in your leaving, I found a strength inside me to make it through each day without you.
The only way for us to be stronger is to know what it feels like to be weak. To be broken. To be left. To be unloved.
Maybe in alternate universes, they are the right person for us, and us the right person for them.
I don’t know how long, or how desperate, or how lonely I would have to be before you come into my life, but I still hold onto this tiny flicker of hope
And finally, you will be free.
Have I been too clingy, too demanding, too loving? Or did you simply have to let go of the thing that weighs you down the most which, sadly, ends up to be me?
You broke me by leaving me but in my brokenness I found my strength: my beautiful soul.
I’m always going to miss your hands, for when our fingers intertwine, I knew I was safe.