the last man she had laid next to in bed, she could not look him in the eyes, solely for the reason that if she did, she would not find the kind eyes she was used to.

How do you forget about the people with whom you created your happiest moments with?

How do you go back to being strangers with people who you have known for half your life?

How do you not open up their inbox’s to tell them that you miss them and that you hope they’re doing well?

How do you go day by day, the gaping hole getting larger and larger?

How do you go on knowing you’ll never hear their laugh again?

How do you act like you don’t care but you cry every single night because it’s destroying you?

How do you get them back? And how do you know if you even want them back?

How do you stop loving them?

It hurts more when you know you didn’t do anything wrong.

You don’t know how to make it okay because you did nothing wrong,

You tear my heart apart, a million different ways.

You hurt me, a thousand different ways.

You love me, a hundred different ways.

You want me, in the only way you will want me.

And I’m ready to let you take me away from all of this.

Baby, I’m ready for you to sweep me under the current and to keep me in a safe place forever.

You puzzle me at times but I know that we love each other. There’s no doubt in the way you tell me you love me.

You love me the way that I love you.

So deeply and truthfully.

You love me honestly and whole heartedly.

I was afraid for a moment, a small moment in our time that you would want someone else.

But here we go, for another run, the last run, our last run, I know, for sure, one hundred percent that you love me.

The mess that is me. The person that is me. The soul I am.

You accept that, the way I accept you.

You love that. You want me, us, and our future.

So I’ll run away with you, give you all of me. The rest of me. I don’t want ever lose you.

You complete me in so many ways. Just you. Just your soul.

The greatest feeling was I could go so long without talking to you, the days are turning into weeks and I’m honestly okay with that. The best I can do is wish you well and hope you never come back to take another piece of me.