I threw up in the airport bathroom & this woman asked me if I was okay & I was like “yeah it’s fine I’m pregnant” then I hit a fat juul rip and walked out
Having no contact with the person you're still in love with, who, at one point in time, sent you texts that would make your heart melt. And now, you can only love them in silence from a distance, slowly being forced to close a chapter you never wanted to end. It feels like carrying the weight of unsaid words and unfulfilled dreams, as memories become your only companions. You replay those moments, knowing they'll never come back, yet clinging to them because letting go feels like losing a part of yourself.
There’s something deeply painful about realizing the person you would run to for comfort is the very person you’re grieving.
That kind of loneliness changes you.