Love

Even when the world says we can’t be, I’ll still choose you.

I’ll quietly yearn for you.
 I’ll set you free out loud, I’ll bottle the ache in my chest,
 push it deep inside me,
 Praying one day
I can release it,
 and love you loudly again. Until then, I’ll quietly yearn for you.

I gotta be strong now. I have to let you go. I won’t stand in your way. But at the same time, I can’t bear the thought of you with someone else, giving her all your attention and love, laughing with her the way you laughed with me. The way she’ll gaze into your beautiful, cat-like eyes, how you’ll help her with little things, just like you did for me. Then the inevitable: giving her your surname, creating mini versions of you. The pain that thought brings is almost too much t

If loving you makes me crazy, so be it. I’ll change my name to Crazy, wear it like it was given at birth. If crazy means I get to love...

June 1st. My mind floods with memories of last June. A June where you existed. A June where you left. A June where I almost lost all of me. A June when I had to let you go to protect myself. A June filled with tears, heartbreak, fatigue, arguments, and loneliness. A June where I still loved you, despite it all. Now, a year later: A June without you. A June that feels lighter. A June without angst.

I won’t love you anymore. This is where we end. I will no longer wish for us to find our way back to each other. I will unlove every bit of love I ever felt for you. I will keep going as if we never spoke. I will erase every memory of you from my mind. I will forget that we ever existed. I won’t love you anymore. This is where we end.

Don’t get me wrong, writing about you isn’t an invitation for you to come back to me. It isn’t an invitation for me to forgive all you’ve done. It’s not an invitation for me to surrender to you. It’s not an invitation for us to try again. It’s not me waiting for us to try again.

I never understood love. I hated how it made people weak. Then I met you.

I broke my fast. Are you proud of me? But it didn’t feel good. When it's not you, nothing feels right.

(I love you and wish you were still my baby)

Since I can't be with you and there is nothing I can do about it, all I do is write.

We've officially been broken up for longer than we were together, I guess that's something that I'm used to.

I do not love lightly. I love with every fiber of my being. I love until it consumes me completely, until I am swallowed whole. Even when...

Unfortunately, I will never understand why love is not enough.

Why is love so cruel?

Loving you was one of the hardest things I’ve ever done, not because you were hard to love, but because I had to confront myself. I had to face my fears and past trauma when it came to relationships. Being with you triggered me in more ways than one. In the beginning, it felt possible to heal with you by my side. But as time went on, some fears became impossible to ignore. And now that we are finally done, I have realized what letting you go truly meant for me. I no longer fe

I hate you.

I went on a date. A beach date. But as I stood there, I couldn't help but think, The last time I was at the beach was with you. He was...

Each night, as I close my window, I glance down, Hoping, wishing desperately to see you standing there. A boombox in hand, a poster...

Is it normal to feel this way? Is it normal to move at the pace we are? Is your obsession with me normal? Is it okay for me to bask in...