maybe i never really let myself feel it. maybe i just got better at carrying it. sometimes life isn't as simple as telling yourself it was for the better and expecting your heart to catch up
been 2 years since we brokeup, and I can still vividly remember that night. the last convo, the silence after, the feeling of my whole world shifting while i tried to act like i understood why it had to happen
my hopes with him were still intact, and so were all the plans i quietly made around us. i just buried everything so deep that i mistook numbness for healing. i think just learned how to live around the pain
crazy how i just came to realize that i never really grieved the 7 year love i lost. i was busy convincing my family im okay, convincing myself it was for the better. that i saw it coming. but i didnt
my heart ached for reasons I don't understand. i thought I'd moved on, funny how life proves you wrong. and now I'm on my bathroom floor typing while shaking and a wet phone in my hand