You always thought that you were smart enough to walk away when you weren’t being treated right. How, then, did you convince yourself to stay in a situation you knew you should have left a long time ago?
The last time I fought with him, he said perhaps we weren’t meant to be.
I was careful. I tried not to come on too strong. I kept my messages to you as short as possible, although I was dying to write more. I forced myself to not reply instantly, because I didn’t want to risk being seen as “clingy” or “demanding” again.
Loving with no expectations. Just loving. I think that’s the most beautiful thing in the world.
It’s hard to believe that the universe wants the best for you, when it takes away the best thing that has ever happened to you.
You’re my person, and there’s no one else in this world I’d rather share my weirdness with.