going through a break up is so weird. like i love u and i think ure so gorgeous and you deserve everything on this earth but at the same time i deserve better than what our relationship was.
you are gorgeous but also i can do better. we can do better without each other. i love you but i want to stop loving you? which in itself feels like a desire against love so therefore, can i really say i love you still? can i really say i dont, after everything we've been through?
and the dress i'm wearing is the dress i wore on our last good date. and then it becomes the dress i wore at the one party where i got drunk that one time like a week after we broke up. and then it becomes the dress i wear to feel good on a day where i dreamt about you and woke up feeling not so good.
and slowly but surely, i fall out of love with you, though i wish you the best. though, at one point, i wished to love you forever and be loved by you forever.
and slowly but surely, my dress becomes my own again. it gathers new memories, more and more detached from our memories.
i do wish you the best. and i wouldn't mind our paths meeting again. but that again should be later. much later.