Lost and Broken
It’s hard to feel whole when you love someone more than they love you, especially when you’re aware of this fact. It’s harder still to let go when you love someone so much it causes you physical pain and anxiety to see them with another. But sometimes you have to try, as much as it feels like ripping your own skin off with the band-aid, as much as it feels like it will kill you. I am lost, and I am more than a little bit broken, having gone through both the slow-burning fuse of abandonment without a goodbye, and the hot flash of “I’m seeing someone else now, but we can still be friends.” I’m not sure which hurts more: the one who disappeared without a word, never to return, or the one who said he’d stay, but that I may have to ask to leave, for the sake of someday feeling whole again.















