your eyes carry the universe.

“It didn’t matter what was rational. I didn’t give a fuck. It hurt. It hurt because he looked me in the eyes and said he’d be there.

closure

so is life;

She asked me, "How could you forgive him - talk to him like nothing happened. Like he didn't break your heart.  How do you look into his eyes and make small talk and not remember how red yours were when you were crying your eyes out? Then she said, "Are you trying to keep him from feeling guilty?"  I said, "The hurt was exhausting. But you know what was even more exhausting? Avoiding him like the plague. Not being able to hold a three second conversation with the person I used to be able to sit in silence with for hours. Carrying around that shortness of breath. I forgave him. Not for him; for me."