I wear my scars like souvenirs that I shouldn’t be holding onto as I have.
And here I am, left
to pick up the pieces
to pretend I wasn’t tongue-tied, hopeful
for the kiss that wouldn’t come.
I’m slowly learning to let things end because some things are not meant to last forever. Some things only last for a little while. Some people are just here to teach us a lesson and then leave.
Relationships are like mirrors. She saw her own reflection and weaknesses within his eyes.
What you’re leaving behind has defined you. It has informed you. It has illuminated your days for quite a while now, and you’re afraid for that light to disappear because you don’t know what life without it looks like. But you can’t keep looking back.
Beginnings are something we fear. We don’t admit it, but we do.
I realized like most people of a certain privilege, “goodbye” is nothing more than an empty promise.
But what if it’s not ready to end? Or it is, but, it’s not really sure how?
“Eight years and this is the ending we get?!?”
They swept their hair out of their eyes in the same way, they put two sugars in their coffee the same way, they played with a fray on their jeans the same way. But there was an invisible inner part that you could sense had evaporated from them, maybe even overnight, that was not going to come back.