I. how do you open yourself up, really, open yourself up, after your first heartbreak? 22 Oct 2015: I talked to him today for the first time in practically a year. II. i’m drowning in an ocean of bittersweet nostalgia, waves of memories and salty tears, stinging, pounding, into the wounds left in me have you ever had a conversation with someone you never really stopped thinking of? “i remember this, i remember that.” i remember, i remember, i remember, i remember, i never stopped remembering, even after you left. III. how can you tell a girl you love her, then look at another girl the same way you looked at her, only a few weeks later? i had never been so quick, to compare myself to another girl your promises are the last i’ve ever allowed myself to blindly believe IV. at a certain point, it stopped being about you. // a letter to myself: i am most sorry to you V. i don’t think i want to, i don't think i can, be your friend. to merely acknowledge one another though, would be okay. a gentle reminder that, in our own separate lives, we are simultaneously existing, together. i hope you know, i’ve never once wished you any harm. it’s good to know you’re happy. i’m happy.
Miscellaneous-fragmentary // it’s a small kind of happy