Thank you for making me a better person. I know my anxieties have been frustrating, and that sometimes I come across as being selfish, but your patience and support have been such a strong motivator for me to do better and get healthy; both physically and emotionally. Without you, I don’t think I would’ve gone these thirteen days without smoking a cigarette, and I most certainly wouldn’t be sitting in a doctor’s office, asking about medications. I hope you’re aware of how appreciated you are. I guess this is my way of showing you.
I almost want to be a kindergarten teacher when I grow up
I realize I’m being selfish, that your recovery takes priority over me, as mine does you, but tonight I need you. Not for anything particular, I just wanted you to take care of me while I’m not feeling well. I’m sorry I got mad at you for something so small
For some reason, when I’m alone, I still find myself thinking about you. Maybe because of the kind of love I felt. It was burning, tragic, ridiculous, desperate. It was exciting. This is slow paced, polite, accidental. I’m used to falling in love and being heartbroken in the same moment.
I’m counting down the days until he doesn’t show up, stops listening, forgets to call, asks for space
I’m waiting for the heartbreak, so I keep coming back to you.
We could’ve been so happy. We would’ve been good together, and I’m not sure when I’ll finally be okay with that.
I’m getting there.
Forgetting takes so much longer than falling.
It’s so much easier to do when you’re around, when it’s apparent how selfish you can be. I hold on to false memories, surface feelings
Why do bad things happen to such good people? Arlene, you have to be okay. You just have to. Please.
He needs you