I had always wondered. Wondered if we were meant to be. But I didn’t get the chance to find out because you left.
Do not hesitate.
I wonder which memories you kept.
I hate thinking that all that time and effort was nothing but favors to you.
This is the numbness you feel right after a breakup. It’s the frozen terror you feel when you receive bad news. It’s the shock that hasn’t worn off a tragedy. The liminal space is the unprocessed aftermath of trauma. It is emotional limbo. It demands some sort of movement, yet to move forward feels achingly wrong. To be in this sort of transitional space can potentially be transformative, if you know how to make use of your journey before you step over the threshold.
I couldn’t be who you wanted me to be.
It means acknowledging the mistakes and learning from each of them.
You are already serving yourself and your purpose.
You were there as a lover when I needed someone to sweep me off my feet. You were there.
It’s unfortunate that you’re no longer the best thing in my life. You’re just 382 photos on my phone that I can’t get myself to delete.