k.w.

“I feel like there will always be a place for you somewhere in the inches between my ribcage and my heart. A home that holds all of our fading memories. A shelter that protects all of our forgotten dreams. Some space that isn’t scorched, untouched by the fire we started. Some nights, I hear you passing by. A text, a whisper, a knock. I imagine you’ll find the key I left under the mat and come in. You’ll spot chocolate left out on the table, beside hundreds of apology letters that have yet to be mailed. You won’t say anything though, as you glide your way to my room. I’ll turn in my bed as the door creaks open and catch your beautiful stare. You’ll have that same, bright look in your eyes like you always did. A look that told me you still loved me too. Though, I lied. That’s not how it actually goes. When I turn around, I’ll see that the door was whisked by the air conditioner. I’ll remember, for the third time that night, how cold it is without you. I’ll check my phone and notice there are no texts from you. I’m not even sure I have your number anymore. I’ll lay there and remember all the years that have passed since you’ve been gone. You’ve found somewhere else to be. You don’t come home anymore. You’re not coming home. Nonetheless… I’ll wait here for you. My arms will lay open for when you’re cold. My heart will stay open for when you’re lonely. My home will remain open for when you’re lost. Just know dear, if it ever gets dark… I left the light on.”

“Please don’t. Please don’t look at me with those eyes. Please don’t smile at me every time we see each other again. Please don’t laugh at everything I say. Please don’t hug me so tightly. Please don’t make me think you have feelings for me.”

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