Have you ever wanted something so bad that the only way to prevent yourself from falling was to convince yourself that it wasn’t for you? I have.
So here we are, the day before we finally say goodbye to each other. The day we finalize our end and say to God that we have given up all hope.
I miss our talks, I miss our banter, and I miss the gravitational pull we fought so diligently. But even though I miss you, you weren’t meant for me.
A broken man holds on to what women did to him in the past and never truly sees you for who you are. Instead, he sees versions of you that prove why he shouldn’t trust you.