Just go with it.
It's silly how when someone tells you they want to be apart & they don’t want to be a piece of you anymore, you question your whole existence. Like you were never a full individual before & you’ll never be one again. You question all the parts of you that a rough around the edges, but all over beautiful things. You wonder what piece of you made them leave.
What little thing you did obsessively was the end for them? Was it the way you left your wet towel on the floor after you dried your hair? Or the way you only drank out of mugs, never cups or bottles. But you’ll continue to do those things despite the worry that that pushed them over the edge with you. You’ll forget that when you woke up early, you sat in silence & pretended you were still asleep so you could feel their breath on your shoulder. Their blemishes will be more noticeable, their smile won’t melt your heart.
It’s strange, but eventually that spot in your body that beat fast when they were near will learn to calm down to an inaudible whimper. You won’t rush to them first with exciting news. And then soon you’ll be rushing into someone new, into their arms or into their bed. It’s inevitable. It’s exciting. It’s bright and promising. It’s the way things go, and sometimes you just have to learn to go with it.
