What It Means To Love Each Other, Even When You’re Miles Apart
Your love transcends the physical.
Your love transcends the physical.
I wish you could see that you are tearing me apart. I loved everything we had, everything we were, but you are pulling me away from everyone I love, creating an inoperable fissure where there should be fusion.
This is me letting you in. This is me opening up to you, learning to trust again, letting love encapsulate my entire being.
But today, you are supposed to be alive.
You were my bittersweet hopelessness, the sourly saccharine satisfaction of freedom after heartbreak.
I self-examine. I criticize. I fall short.
You’re the “twenty-something grandma” of your friend group.
Your words hurt, but I refuse to give you the satisfaction of seeing my tears. I refuse to let your words affect me.
Give me the strength to save myself from the wreckage.
I longed to save myself, but you insisted on dragging me out of the rubble, though your desire to pull me to safety was unrequited.