The heart that used to beat so fast whenever I was with you will still be the same heart. Your heart that was ruthless and just so, so cold will be the same heart. Our hearts will remain the same. Your heart, that had the tenacity to tear me apart, will be the same heart.
I struggle to accept myself. I struggle to come to terms with my flaws, and they stand out to me more and more each day. The way I laugh a little too loud, the way I trip over my own two feet. The way I talk a little too fast, or how my hips stick out a little weird. I struggle to believe that everyone else has flaws too. Society has made me believe that I will never be good enough, that I will never fit in.
I don’t want one-night stands and casual dates, I don’t want something flaky that’s ever changing with our emotions. I want a love that’s unwavering, a love that stands the test of time.
Our eyes met. I recognized those eyes. The eyes that used to stare at me so intently, that used to hold stories and emotion. But now it felt like I was looking at a stranger, his eyes empty and hard to read.