Sometimes you don't need a whole conversation. Just one little “hey, I'm alive, I'll talk later” would've been enough. But apparently even that is too much to expect.
Funny how I can always find five seconds for the people I care about, no matter how busy or exhausted I am. Guess not everyone loves the same way. Fucking hurts.
Who the fuck gave someone's voice permission to become a comfort place? 😭 Now I hear it in my head when I miss her and somehow that makes everything worse.
The hardest battle right now is literally me vs. my own fingers. 😭 I miss her, I want to text her, I want to hear her voice… but I'm trying so fucking hard not to chase someone who isn't reaching for me.
I hate being emotionally attached to someone who isn't even physically here. Like congratulations, brain. You found a way to miss someone you've never even held. 💀
Two months already. Funny how the calendar keeps moving like nothing happened, while some part of me is still standing exactly where she left me. I’m trying to let go, trying to be okay… but damn, some days I still miss her like it just happened yesterday.
Two months. I still miss you. I still think about you. I still have days where I wish things had ended differently. But I know missing you doesn't change the fact that you chose to leave.
Maybe that's my problem. I keep looking at what she's giving someone else and measuring it against what I got. And every time I do, I feel like I lost all over again. I know I shouldn't care anymore, but fuck… I'm still human.
It's embarrassing how something as small as a matching items or a stupid ring can hurt this much. But it's not really about the items or the ring. It's about everything those little things represent. It's about wanting to feel chosen, wanted, and worth making an effort for.
Maybe I���m bitter. Maybe I’m jealous. Maybe I’m just heartbroken. But watching someone move on and give another person the love, effort and little things you once dreamed about… yeah, that shit hurts.