May 31
I let him touch the parts of me I usually bury beneath bad choices, reckless nights, and distractions.
He taught me that sharing a bed doesn't mean sharing a heart. That someone can pull you close every night while wishing you were someone else.
Now every choice he makes takes another piece of the good left in me. He taught me that someone can hold you all night and still make you feel like they'd rather be sleeping beside anyone else.
I used to believe love could save people like us. Now I just know it can ruin you, too.
