I’m done staring at a phone wondering when you’ll answer.
The ugly honest truth is if he hasn’t committed yet he probably never will.
I know that real love only comes when I abandon all fear and say, ‘I’m all in.’ So I’m all in.
I cling to pain like it’s some comfortable sweater.
There’s no way really to move because no matter what step you take it will never be one together.
I’m tired of carrying this weight on my shoulders from my past that haunts me.
We would be fractions of centimeters apart, where if you stood back far enough you might be able to fool someone into thinking they blurred together. You might not even notice the space.
I looked down and tried to look away in hopes that everything I felt wasn’t written across my face. But I knew you knew.
The truth is you’re not afraid of love, you’re afraid of heartbreak. You’re not afraid of texting someone first or calling them, you’re afraid they won’t respond. You’re not afraid of saying I miss you, you just don’t think the other person cares to know.
If it’s a game of who cares less you always lose.