If loneliness is emptiness, and emptiness is cleanliness, and cleanliness is godliness, then I'm a filthy fucking mess.
and i said to my body. softly. ‘i want to be your friend.’ it took a long breath. and replied, ‘i have been waiting my whole life for this.’
And things haven’t gotten any easier yet. But I will smile, and pretend everything is fine until maybe one day it actually is.
For the first time in three and a half years I’m single and terrified. For the first time I’m truly alone. I loved you and I trusted you and you broke my heart. You left me because you want to find true happiness, but where does that leave me? Alone and hurt and broken. I don’t know how to handle this, and this is the first time I’ve been alone since we split. The heartache is truly setting in right now, but I don’t think I can cry anymore. I’m done crying. I can’t believe I was on my knees begging you not to leave. Not to do this to me. I’ve realized that I am worth more than begging you to stay. My love should be enough. I guess it just isn’t anymore.
I hope one day you’ll finally realize how good you had it. How much I did for you, and how much I love you. No one will do for you what I did, and I hope you’ll finally appreciate everything I did for you. I hope you realize no one can ever really take my place.