Sincerely, there’s so much to say and nothing at all at the same time, and probably I choose to write it down instead of speak it out ‘cause that’s me who needs to make up my mind and not the situation. Everything it’s temporary, my darling, and if the feelings or the illusion of what you were supposed to feel just fly away, you can’t blame anybody. And maybe the thought of him trying to make known that you deserve to be loved a few weeks ago is killing you inside now, maybe the thought a few days ago you were laying on his chest with his arms around yours like it was supposed to mean for you the only shelter where you’d feel safe in that moment, and now he barely touches you, gawky, shy, like your skin may burn him, it makes you think there’s something wrong with you. That you did something wrong. That you are wrong or maybe…that you were wrong. You were wrong when you let him weave your soul thread by thread, when you let your mind accept that his arms felt like home, but he has just given you a hotel room.
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