Why We Don’t Like Discussing Falling Out Of Love
At some point, you will fall out of love.
At some point, you will fall out of love.
I can tell time of year by how long it has been since you’ve touched this skin. I am shedding skin cells every single day so textbooks tell me this body would be new to you.
We’ve never known how to go slow. Our first date was an Earthquake, and I think I’ve never fully recovered.
And she believed it. She believed her feelings weren’t as important. She believed her heartache wasn’t as real as other “flashy” pain.
I’m howling at the moon when she appears, enjoying the sound of my own voice. I like retiring to my den, alone. My bed is all mine and my heart is, too.
For so long, I kept my mouth shut tight. For so long, I bit my tongue and never once uttered the words. That you weren’t always fair to me. That you weren’t always fair to girls you dated, calling me, telling me you still loved me.
This could be your moment to shine. So in the words of Tyra Banks, “Shine bright, shine far. Don’t be shy, be a star.”
Don’t underestimate her strength. She might not be Hulk level, but she’s probably a lot tougher than she appears.
You cannot handle being overly hot. Or really, any temperature exceeding 76 degrees. Oversized sweaters and a slight chill in the air, please!
Remember your specific universe is not the only thing that matters. Your universe is filled with other people, too.