baby, go home. he’s seen somebody else’s eyes and fallen into them.  i know it hurts in places you can’t touch, i know the sky feels darker for it. but he’s loved somebody else, baby, and so should you. don’t stay. you’ll spend your time worrying what you did wrong, whether tomorrow you’ll wake up and he’ll be gone. you’ll try to become better for him when you’re already somebody’s impossible dream. you’ll try to be her when you’re already exactly who you need to be. people make mistakes, but nobody accidentally winds up naked. either he loves you enough to keep his clothes on, or he doesn’t love you enough for you to waste your time on him. go home. cry. take long showers. tell yourself you deserve better than a future spent worrying about him. relationships are built on trust. find somebody who won’t mess it up.

“The sun is perfect and you woke this morning. You have enough language in your mouth to be understood. You have a name, and someone wants to call it. Five fingers on your hand and someone wants to hold it. If we just start there, every beautiful thing that has and will ever exist is possible. If we start there, everything, for a moment, is right in the world.”

Oh shut up. Every time it rains, it stops raining. Every time you hurt, you heal. After darkness, there is always light and you get reminded of this every morning but still you choose to believe that the night will last forever. Nothing lasts forever. Not the good or the bad. So you might as well smile while you’re here.

He looks familiar, like the deer you almost felled last winter in the woods, the deer you held in your crosshairs, but couldn’t shoot because the trees were ripe with bark. Don’t overthink it, you said to yourself. A deer wouldn’t make a decision. A deer would know what it wanted when it walked into the dusk.