Why Cowards Can’t Give You Closure
He will let you go on like this, driven mad by his dastardly silence as he frees himself of a guilty conscience and any trace of imperfection.
He will let you go on like this, driven mad by his dastardly silence as he frees himself of a guilty conscience and any trace of imperfection.
Not believing in the very matter that I am made of? Not supporting what it is that makes my heart sing, and makes every single day worthwhile? That is where I have to draw the line.
Did he know he was the first time I looked at novelty with eagerness; Something other than spite?
The suffering we both endured—though it may have been different for each of us—is in the past, and I urge you to keep it there. I am not asking you to forget. I am simply asking you to move forward.
We wanted so badly to believe that we were still the same people we were when all of this began. We constructed a false reality in which we made sense, and desperately clung on to that idea of harmony.