There wasn’t yelling. There wasn’t fighting. There wasn’t “fuck you” and “I never loved you” and “I’m not going to miss you.”

“I think we were meant to be but we did it wrong.”

I always knew you’d be the downfall of me

“People always talk about heartbreaks and I always listened but never put myself in their shoes. I never thought it was going to happen to me. We were going strong. Even the strongest wind in the middle of the Atlantic couldn’t knock us down. But secrets can always be kept and you don’t always find out right away. The way it was unveiled was slow and cautious. I think you didn’t want to make me go through a stupid heartbreak. You were telling me in the smallest ways for a whole month. Five kisses a day turned into one until they started tasting like the fruit you always hated on. I mean maybe it was someone else’s favorite and you just couldn’t help it. Your words started to kill every butterfly you gave me. The flowers that you replaced every week started to wither away and pieces of it started to fall to the floor. People always talk about heartbreaks but the truth is I went through an earthquake. I was unprepared because I thought we were the strongest, but then one day everything hit me and the life we had together was divided in half.”

“i should have known better than to fall in love with you. you told me about your heart. told me it was cold, relentless, broken. but i just smiled at you and told you i could fix it. now everything is over and i’m the only one who needs fixing.”

“You’re just one of them people. You know, 20 years from now my daughter may come home crying over a stupid boy. You’re the story I tell her. When she’s aching in bed and I’m running my fingers through her hair to try and wash away the pain, our story is what I’ll tell her. I’ll tell her how something so beautiful has the potential to become so ugly and toxic to the both of you. When she thinks she can’t live without him, I’ll tell her about our story and how I forced myself to heal. How getting out of bed was a mission. How breathing without you was a mission. When her skins burning from every part he touched I’ll tell her about how I scrubbed your hands of me in the shower as I was crying. And when she thinks she can’t ever move on, I’ll tell her about how 10 years ago I saw you alone in a pub whilst I was with her father, I’ll tell her how your eyes watered when our eyes met and how I replied with a gentle smile, because it was the calm after the storm. It hurts darling. It hurts so bad, knowing you love him more than anything and he’s too immature and childish to understand or even care and acknowledge that you’ll love him more than anyone possibly can in his life. But once you heal that hurt, you become an untouchable woman.

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