Sometimes You Won’t Get Closure, And That’s Okay
Sometimes the chapters finish when you least expect it. There isn’t a closing paragraph or reflective remarks from the narrator.
Sometimes the chapters finish when you least expect it. There isn’t a closing paragraph or reflective remarks from the narrator.
Honestly, I thought about how I was going to propose to you. I pictured myself waiting in front of the altar, watching you walk towards me.
My brain plays these terrible tricks on me. I analyze our old conversations and try to find where I was unlovable. I pick at my skin and look for answers in my smile. Was I not pretty enough?
I need to be honest and the only place I can write honestly is a Snapchat message, so I’m writing this…
I pray that you never again touch another girl the way you touched me.
Just know that there isn’t a day that passes that I don’t think about you. Not a day that I don’t wish I was seeing your name light up on my screen again.
She was the little person in my ear, constantly telling me how horrible I am, at EVERYTHING. I needed her out of my life.
But now as you wait to give up your child for theirs, with him right by your side, you feel the all-encompassing force of the love you held for him, slowly metastasize into hate.
What I am is just an average girl that would have given you the world.
He never flat out called me any names. He never humiliated me in front of my friends or family. He never refused to communicate with me. And he would never threaten me.