she talks and i listen like it’s my favorite verse.

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she talks and i listen like it’s my favorite verse.
i love discovering all the little things that make her, her.
you’re still on my mind, even when we ain’t on the same page.
i don’t think people talk enough about how it feels to choose distance from someone you still care about. someone who you love. someone who u want to be with. it’s not anger. it’s not indifference. it’s just… love that doesn’t know where to go anymore.
and as my final act of love, i had to let you go. even though my heart keeps telling me i’m abandoning you, something i never wanted you to feel.
but i’m learning that i’m not abandoning anyone. i’m just accepting that staying close was hurting both of us in different ways.
i don’t want to be selfish anymore. so this is my last act of love: letting go.
i don’t want to make you mine just to keep you; i want to learn you like language.
we’re too focused on forever in a temporary world.
i don’t just love her; i honor every part of her.
you don’t even realize the space you take up in my head.