Elle Daily

I’ve been dreading this day.. the day I feel it’s over and I know it’s over and I know we can’t walk it back. I’ve felt it over, I’ve not been given an explanation but I know he pulled away. We hold onto this through him leaving for her and all the fights, everything since we met, I may have been in pain or anger but it was a constant, our lifeline, our hope. It’s gone. There’s no reason to send each other a message, we can fade out of each other’s lives we can go days and weeks and months without talking, we may never talk again, who knows. Maybe I’m a story at the dinner table maybe you tell the next her I meant nothing, or I was terrible or I was great, or you tell your friends you miss me, I don’t know I won’t know. I sit and stare and look back and look forward. I breathe in and try to move forward, I tell myself it’s for the better that you caused me so much pain to stop myself from missing you. I write a post on my dead account to never be read by anyone just so I know, and if you were ever curious or anyone needs to know.

Standing with you on the lake looking out, breaths slow and steady I watched you. I wondered.

Maybe one day you’ll realise I never stopped loving you,