“You think you’ve seen her naked because she took her clothes off? Tell me about her dreams. Tell me what breaks her heart. What is she passionate about, and what makes her cry? Tell me about her childhood. Better yet, tell me one story about her that you’re not in. You’ve seen her skin, and you’ve touched her body. But you still know as much about her as a book you once found, but never got around to opening.”
Why am I the bad person for leaving something that was toxic? Why did I need to give a reason? Why do I have to explain myself for wanting out? I did something for me for once but suddenly I’m not the person you knew. Suddenly I became the villain. Please explain to me why nothing changed when I was begging for it to all those months leading up to the end. Someone explain to me why it wasn’t fought for. Tell me why when we run into each other like we inevitably do I’m made to feel like the piece of shit. All I ever did was love you until I couldn’t anymore. Why is that so hard to understand
Reposting this bc it‘s still more true now then ever
It’s almost been a year and tomorrow is your birthday and I wish things were different. I wish we could still be friends and celebrate with spunky’s and Jimmy John’s and tequila and all the things you love we used to do. I’m sorry I left the way I did but I fucking had to you don’t get it.. I just wish we could’ve stayed friends..
All these thoughts I’ll write you’ll never see. I wish you knew. But I won’t reach out
