Whatever.

If he loved you he would care that he hurt you. Say it again. Say it again. He would care.

And suddenly we looked at each other for the first time in 5 months with tears streaming down her face. It was all too familiar, the feeling of wiping her tears off her face. Her cheeks were always so soft. They were red from the yelling and crying. ‘I loved you so much. I loved you so much’ I didn’t know what to say. It felt strange using it in past tense. You looked back at me with red eyes, ‘I loved you too. I loved you a lot’ But we were toxic. We both said it, I had no room to disagree. ‘We were never going to work’ And it hit me that this, this moment was what I had been waiting for since the moment you left me. The tears, the eerie nostalgia, the fact that we looked at each other and said that although we are no longer in love, we can say that yes, we loved each other. And maybe we were right for each other at a time. But we became two people that weren’t meant to be together as we grew. We loved each other, but we were never going to work

Suddenly you’re 21 and you’re screaming along in the car to all the songs you listened to when you were sad in middle school and everything is different but everything is good.

In case someone hasn't told you today,