I used to believe that I was an aromantic,
a being incapable of feeling any romantic ties to another.
I had convinced myself that I loved people before you,
I’m sure I’ll convince myself I love people after you,
but until you I didn’t realize I was capable of love.
No one else has hurt me so badly I could hear my heart break,
no one else but you.
So thank you for loving me and letting me love you,
thank you for keeping me up half the night deciding what to do.
Thank you for teaching me I am not an aromantic,
but I think I’m leaving you. Don’t worry, you’ll get over me too.
Jan 3, 2016
Jan 3, 2016 at 3:50 PM UTC
Once upon a time she believed
with every ounce of her heart
in the myth and legend of better.
Jan 3, 2016
Jan 3, 2016 at 3:42 PM UTC