There is no intersection between who she is and who she will be. The two do not connect. They feel like parallel lines while she stands idly by watching her future flat line in to a chasm of space she no longer understands.
Right now feels like a steady pilgrimage, there are no hills there has been no ******. I don’t know why everything feels stale right now and neither does she.
I have told her that she will have to work. She will have to try. Talking about her hate won’t work anymore. She knows.
I have smiled at her. She won't make eye contact.
She doesn’t smile back, she keeps her eyes locked on the grain of the wood beneath her.
I love her, but she doesn’t return the favor. She hasn’t in months.
But I think things will change. I think they will be better soon. I looked at her in the mirror the other day, and she no longer sees me through peripheral vision.
I hope one day she will remember everything she was before all of this.
This is a pattern of my self loathing and I only write this because I think it is changing. I will have to bear with myself.
I told myself “I love you” in the mirror. I didn’t respond, but I did smile.
If there is no other message for you tonight, take this with a grain of salt. You are not the saddest parts of yourself they are apart of you, you don't need them they need you and it will change, they will change.