now whenever i come across some1, i find myself rewinding the love i once had in abundance and the overwhelming presence of grief that now houses my broken heart, and i step back
when your card declines at therapy, so they bring up that one person u were wholly and terribly in love w and who ure still trying so hard to move past
sometimes my mother drops a seemingly harmless anecdote about her over dinner table, and i once again gets stuck w the bitter realisations of how little ive learned about her
somewhere between loving him and hating him between knowing him and forgetting him i forgot how to love anyone else i forgot how to how to know anyone else