antistoicheart

Occasionally, I get trapped between the duality of "I can forgive myself for who I was," and "What the fuck have I done..."

We were close in the way we filled empty moments with laughter ricocheting off the walls, but we weren't close in the way hearts collide.

What a fool I was.

I used to find solace in knowing that other relationships fell to the same fate as mine because at least the pain I carried wasn't an experience unique to our unhealthy dynamic. These days, that concept does nothing for me because knowing someone else is injured does nothing for my bleeding heart.