“so i pretend like it doesn’t hurt i pretend like i’m okay without you what i haven’t told you is that i can’t delete our pictures, i can’t get your smile out of my head, i can’t think of you without losing my breath and i can’t listen to frank ocean without wondering if you’re listening to him too do you think about me? was it easy to let all of it go? everyone has a choice and my choice was you i don’t know how to let everything go the way that you did i wanted to melt with you i wanted to run away without ever leaving our homes with you i wanted to come home after a long day and feel like i had everything because i had you i waited three years to be the girl you kissed goodnight three years to be the girl you never stopped thinking about while you took 3 weeks to let me go”

“I’m grateful for the chance to have been able to spend moments of my life with you. I understand that it’s over, and I don’t hold any ill feelings towards you. I wish the best for you.”

“The real goodbye is the one that happens slowly, over time, wordlessly. There is no ‘see you again.’ There are no future plans. You stop checking up on each other, and eventually you go back to being strangers.”

two women: lived together in a cottage for their whole adult lives, never married men, stayed like this until they died

Night air, good conversation, and a sky full of stars can heal almost any wound.