So if anyone ever asks what happened to us, tell them there was someone who loved you with everything they had, until loving you meant losing themselves. Tell them they finally chose to save the only person you couldn’t. be happy, Wade.
Finally, I stopped praying for you to come back and started praying that wherever life takes you, it treats you kindly. And somehow, that became enough.
And despite everything, there’s something incredibly comforting—almost relieving—about knowing you’re living well and happy.
The hardest part is knowing that if you reached for me today, I’d still have to walk away. Not because I stopped loving you, but because my hands are still carrying the fire we created. I’d rather let it consume me than risk letting it burn either of us again.
rich in life, because i have them. for not letting me go through the storm alone, for heals the wound even tho they’re not the one who caused it, for giving me strength to laugh and happy again.
rich in life, because i have them. for not letting me go through the storm alone, for heals the wound even tho they’re not the one who caused it, for giving me strength to laugh and happy again.