Can someone help me sprout wings? I want to fly into the distance, like a fairy. I want the good and the bad of living in the forest, the meadows and the hills. 

It is good enough for me to cherish. It is good enough that I’ve spent all these past two nights awake and crying. It isn’t that your best isn’t good enough. It’s that I can’t make a match. 

I meant it when I said you anchored me. You kept my starry eyes focused. You reminded me to stay here, within the atmosphere that I was capable of breathing so that I wouldn’t suffocate. 

I want more than anything for the emptiness to go away. I want us to be on the same page. I wish that there was a way to make it work. I wish there was a way to make us both not hurt. 

It ends with much more anger than I expected. It feels like a betrayal. 

Even if I was to stay, would it be to no avail? 

Are we just pretending? I wish it didn’t have to end. 

I feel like crying because I ache too much to help my stepmom do a chore I know she can’t do. :( 

I want to cry and puke because I simply miss the essence of the good era I had. Three years of a relationship that I love. A person I care about, still, more than I thought I was ever capable.