Listen: I do not want to be your Friday night or your Saturday afterthought. I am meant for Sunday mornings where we wake in each other's arms and do nothing at all.
Catalog
Orenda
I'm sorry I pushed you away. I have grown so used to being everyone's second best I forgot what it meant to feel wanted.
There is nothing beautiful about the way you broke yourself open for someone who never planned to stay.
I've kept your number saved in hopes that one day I can tell you what I should have known from the start: I am better without you.
Dear future self: Do not forget to live. You have been hard on yourself for far too long.
Let go of the things that have broken you down and ripped your chest open. You were never meant to keep them.
Have faith. For it is not love that wronged you but the people you confused it with.
I loved you like I was going to lose you. Yet here I am, grasping at thin air and wondering why I was left behind.
Do not be confused. If he had truly wanted this he would not be leaving you with a broken heart to remember him by.
Dear future self: You are not responsible for anyone's happiness but your own. So choose yourself. Even when no one else will.