He’s always there in the morning. After every fight. After every stumbling moment.
You’ll see it as she frantically re-reads a work email sent, double checking. Triple checking.
Here’s to the girls feeling so damn alone wondering when it’s their turn.
I thought I’d have more figured out. I think we all did.
You’ll feel your heart racing. Your pulse so high. You’re convinced you might be dying from a heart attack.
We said goodbye. Except, we never really said goodbye. We just stopped talking.
But, I’m no longer broken. Baby, I’m whole.
…Except I don’t know how to be whole.
You live by this premise – I want you, but I don’t need you.
Don’t ever be apologetic for who you are and the mistakes you’ve made.
So we convince them that we don’t care. Just one guy in a string of guys. They mean nothing.