No one person should be your “everything.” No one. Ever. Period.
I respected you so much for making decisions and following them, for never being afraid to step into something unknown.
The sun has shifted now, and the dappled shadows of the leaves reach my knees.
A moment of silence stretches between us and then his eyes slowly rise.
This year, I have declared to myself that I am not judged on the success of one relationship or another, but on the way I love.
“Just going to be honest, sort of seeing someone so in all seriousness maybe not tonight but later in the week would you like to go for a drink, strictly as friends.”
Every movement he makes is unconsciously graceful.
i have no right.
no right to words, no right to expression, no right to feel.
For the love of God, just communicate.
Maybe I’m not subscribing to an Instagram-loving, nomadic stereotype purely so that can shove my foreign adventures down your throat.