the way you acted after we were done completely changed the way i saw you. it made me question everything we had and genuinely wonder if i ever really knew the person i was so deeply in love with. sometimes, the way someone leaves tells you more about them than everything they did while they stayed.
Sen beni her yerde ağlattın. İşte ağladım, odamda ağladım, duşta ağladım, balkonda ağladım. Doktora anlatırken ağladım. Adını andıklarında ağladım. Sokakta banka çöküp ağladım. En kötüsü de ailemle yemek yerken ağlamaktı... en sessizi. Boğazımda düğüm kaldı yediğim. Yiyemedim.
no, im not okay. mornings make me miss you more than anything. i miss waking up and seeing your name on my phone. i miss having someone to talk to before the rest of the world woke up. now every morning starts with the same feeling: realizing you’re still gone
i still love you, even without conversations, even if we act like strangers now. a part of me is still hoping you'll come back, and maybe one day we can try again.
honestly, the hardest person to move on from is the one who gave you just enough to make you imagine a whole future, but never enough to actually build one. you’re not only grieving the person, you’re grieving the potential of what it could’ve been.