Nov 26, 2019
Each time I feel myself missing you, my inner voice whispers:
“stop. it’s time to let go...”
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Each time I feel myself missing you, my inner voice whispers:
“stop. it’s time to let go...”
“How are you sure you really loved him?”
“I grieved when it ended. It felt like someone died.”
He finds joy in silly things. He showed me one of his treasures and I wasn’t impressed. It was disinteresting to me. In retrospect I wish I’d done a better job in feigning enthusiasm. Because I find joy in him and his simple pleasures in silly things.
I’m really glad for you that you’re getting along without me. Im working on finding that place for getting along with out you, myself.
He has until midnight tomorrow before I turn back into a pumpkin and all the magic is gone for good.
Your silence is affirmation that I was never crazy. It is proof that I wasn’t wrong. It is confirmation that you are a liar.
Haven’t heard back from you in days. Just a week ago that would’ve had me in a panic.
Seeing you this past time, felt different; we were different. At first I let myself fantasize that things were going to go back as they were. And that didn’t feel the same either.
You did this. Put all this distance between us. I was merely a spectator watching you dismantle us piece by piece. It was confusing when I’d point it out, what was happening, and you’d assure me that wasn’t the case. It was though and I knew it. I trusted you more than myself because your story wrote the narrative I wanted to hear; and why shouldn’t I believe something said to me? Why would someone lie when they’ve been given an easy out? I knew though. I knew what you were saying was not accurate to the reality of it all. Such a bizarre state of mind this dynamic creates.
You haven’t answered me in days. It’s not breaking my heart and sending me spinning. Instead, it saddens me. I think I’m done trying fix what’s broken here; we don’t hate each other, and that is where we are. I think it’s best I leave it there.