Him

Somehow, we ended up together. It’s a long story and not one I’d like to recount in this blog.

The happiest 7 months of my life, I spent with him. But then we broke up. The timing wasn’t right and he was continually getting more anxious about our relationship lasting. Even though it was something we decided together, I was broken for so long. My world shrunk; the chromatography, monotone. It hurt to walk, to move, to breathe. If he had asked to get back with me, I would’ve done so without hesitation. If he had asked to run away with him, I would’ve agreed in a heartbeat. I was in love with him. But now I don't feel anything. And I guess that’s what’s hardest. Knowing that he was the only thing that mattered most to me and made me feel alive. Now we’re both stuck; still holding on to that thin thread and yet drifting apart ever so slightly with every passing day. //