i am not meant for casual i was born for soul crushing devotion

“There is an ocean of silence between us and I am drowning in it.”

Letting go. Everyone talks about it like it’s the easiest thing. Unfurl your fingers one by one until your hand is open. But my hand has been clenched into a fist for… years now; it’s frozen shut.

We were a match made in heaven, but not in this world. We were not.

“It’s funny, really. I find myself wondering what I could’ve done to change what happened. Sometimes I think of all the things I never said and all the things I wanted to do but didn’t. I do this so many times to the point that it wounds me because nothing is sadder than knowing things could’ve ended differently and it was entirely in your hands. So I force myself to believe that I have no hand in this, that if it was meant to be then it should’ve been. I force myself to believe in fate because knowing that I went wrong somewhere is too much for me to bear. Knowing that I could’ve done something to make you stay is something I cannot live with.”