I gradually adjust to being with him instead of the other...
The other in which I embrace the memories of the feeling
of belonging,
of forever,
of "I am happy.",
of "This is it".
The other in which I embrace the memories of believing that
he will be the only one who ever loves me,
I will be nothing without him,
I'll never be okay if I leave him,
I don't deserve anything more.
The other in which for the past five years I looked at the reflection of US instead of the reflection of ME.
Aug 24, 2018
Aug 24, 2018 at 9:43 PM UTC
I gradually adjust to being with him instead of the other...
The other in which I embrace the memories of the feeling
of belonging,
of forever,
of "I am happy.",
of "This is it".
The other in which I embrace the memories of believing that
he will be the only one who ever loves me,
I will be nothing without him,
I'll never be okay if I leave him,
I don't deserve anything more.
The other in which for the past five years I looked at the reflection of US instead of the reflection of ME.
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