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Maya Manuela // Multiverse
idk if you’re reading this, but i could really use my best friend right now ☹️
being broken brings out the best writing in me.
I’m done I’m done I’m done I’m done I’m so fucking done. I’m out. I’m disappearing. That was my tipping point. The numbness is here. The heaviness has taken up root in my chest. If you see me posting, no you didn’t. If you see me smiling, it’s a lie. I finally broke & now I’m under construction. Fuck all this bullshit.
I had a dream (a couple dreams?) come true the other night & I felt like I was floating for the following 24 hours.
So tell me why it still feels like a dream. Like it didn’t actually happen.
Tell me why I’m telling myself nothing is different than it was before.
I think I’m just scared & I don’t wanna get my hopes up. Bc things never work out for me when I do. I guess only time will tell..
i facetimed with the most handsome man last night & holy hell i forgot about the magnitude of the pull he has on my damn heart. ya girl is in trouble ✌🏻
Dude we hung up like an hour ago & I’m literally still smiling. Gods help my poor little heart, she’s hopelessly stuck on this one 🥺
There’s a letter I wrote that I think is going in my book. I just need to make a copy before it’s delivered to its intended recipient.
I wanna talk about it real quick though.
Have you ever had an almost? Like you two never expressed how you felt or just didn’t have the chance to give a relationship a real shot bc life got in the way? Well the letter is to my almost. & it’s just me wondering if we could have a day. Just a day where I’m his & he’s mine & nothing else matters. So we can figure out if we’re stuck in a perpetual almost-ness or if we should actually give the damn thing a shot. & if we don’t come to an agreement on that by the end of the day (or even the next morning), then at least we won’t be drowning in what-ifs about our relationship for the rest of our lives.
It’s just an idea at the moment, but my goodness, how beautiful would it be if he wanted that, too.