It's the idea that whoever will come next will take what was supposed to be mine...
Will sleep on my side of the bed, will give her kids the last name my children were supposed to have...
It's the idea that the life I dreamt of will go to the next one that walks through the door. Is always the next one.
It's spending 5 years being sure that "this is it" only to realize that did, wasn't it after all.
And I wish I could sit here and say bad things about him, the way he treats me, talks to me...but even now he is still showing me the same kind of love, which is only infuriating and makes me want to not let go.
























