No amount of Tylenol or skittles you buy will make up for when you told me you want to leave me.
No amount of leg squeezes or compliments will make up for when you told me you want to leave me.
No amount of “I love you”s and “I’m sorry”s will make up for when you told me you want to leave me.
You said it. Twice.
You took away my safe place. Twice.
You can’t just take it back.











