I don't want you to think of me when I'm gone if it hurts to reminisce.
File the details in the back of your mind and please don't pull them out in fear of forgetting them, for they will only feed the already heavy heart.
In a few weeks, or months, or whenever you're ready, really ready, I'll have them here for you to read and recollect.
I always freaked out when you licked my face and nostrils and tried to kiss my armpits and toes, but secretly enjoyed the attention and slight aggravation because i knew one day all of it would end, so I tried not to overreact every time in case you decided to actually stop for good. I knew I'd miss it when it was gone.
I liked to shower with the lights off but you had to let me get in first.
I loved your shoulders and wrists and rubbing them softly through the night with my fingertips.
I tried to cuddle you every second i could but i think I put off so much body heat it was hard for you to sleep.
I watched all of the Kevin Gates and Logic interviews because i knew you wanted me to be interested in them because you were.
I wanted to take you to see the ocean and every sunset.
I didn't mind holding your hand and the steering while at the same time, although i wished sometimes i could nap in the passenger seat or be the one shoving fries into your mouth at midnight.
I drank every bottle of wine you bought for me and saw the conscious love in that simple gesture.
I wanted more than you could give, more than anyone could, more than i could give myself.
I wanted nothing more than to be able to love you and for you to love me back in the same way.
I was insecure and worried that I wouldnt ever live up to the first idea you had of me.
I love you. I don't want you to leave. But I will feel so pathetic if I fight for something I know you don't want anymore. I am trying to make this easy although it is killing me.
I wonder how long you've been waiting for an excuse to leave me..
I wonder if she is worth throwing it all away with me. I hope so. Genuinely.
I wonder if she is even the reason.
Maybe I was just too clingy, too needy, too crazy, too much to put up with.
I hope that if she is the reason, there is longevity in your relationship.
It would hurt even worse if I let you go and you still were unhappy.
The thought of you not wanting me anymore breaks me.
Your kiss on my shoulder through my soft denim shattered me.
I ran away, like I always do, and I sliced my foot open and it still took everything in me not to turn around and run to you.
I even tried, I almost made it, but I turned around again.
I will not fight someone who won't fight back.
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