In another universe, you survived.
In another universe, a part of me didn’t die with you.

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In another universe, you survived.
In another universe, a part of me didn’t die with you.
“When someone is going through a storm, your silent presence is more powerful than a million, empty words.”
— Thema Davis
From February 16 to 17, 1913 Letters to Felice by Franz Kafka First published : 1973
You left without noise, and that was the loudest part.
Of course you do end up healing, but you’re never the same again.
in another universe life wouldn't be such a chore.
i'd be able to do what i wanted without anger or anxiety.
i'd be able to communicate and socalise.
but thats just not this life, anyway.
in another universe, you don't promise things you don't mean. and i don't believe you after you hurt me the first time.
i don't miss you at 2am, i miss you when life gives me a win and i can't tell you.
Then life began to wound me again and again.
There are seasons where surviving is enough.
“I was quiet; but I was not blind.”
— Jane Austen
haha yeah it's fine [that broke my heart a little]
i just want to come home and be with you.
you can save someone by listening
Maybe we'll never speak again and that's okay. I'II always hope life is kind to you, even from a distance. I know you're doing fine without me, and though it still stings a little, I've learned to make peace with that. A part of me will always miss what we once had, but I'm learning to let the memories rest gently instead of breaking me. I still pray for you, for your healing, your happiness, your quiet victories. Thank you for being part of my story, even if it wasn't meant to last forever. You'll always matter to me, not as a wound anymore, but as a chapter that taught me how love and heartbreak can coexist beautifully.
Reason to Live #13477
My boyfriend who I love so much. That’s my reason. – Guest Submission
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