She thinks time, space and distance are for the best but how could anything that hurts this much be for the best.
And as you move on and try and heal you’ll search for them in the eyes of strangers just hoping and praying you find a familiarity that feels like home and it’s there you will find yourself again.
It’ll be a double text you send. A triple like. Multiple snaps of something that reminds you of her. And you’ll see that she opened it but still hasn’t answered.
It was because the first time you saw me, you said I was beautiful. It was because the last time you saw me, you called me perfect. If was because every time in between that, I believed you.
1. You’re not happy. You’re always crying. You’re feeling down all the time and it’s affecting your well-being, your productivity, your energy and your mood. 2. Your contact is diminishing.
It’s a goodbye without a word.
But the second you make me question my own worth, that’s when I stop trying.
Going from and us, a we, a them…to an I, a me…singular and alone in the world is scary and frightening when you have no control over it.
Their name stops appearing on your phone and then you start questioning yourself what you did wrong for this to happen.
Deep down, you know you’re okay. And as you walk with him to the bus stop, the conversation is light until a bus comes. He smiles, wishes you bon voyage. You ask him if you’re okay, if you’re good. He smiles and nods. He boards the bus, you walk home.