Trying To Get By In This Shitty World

“When you think of love you think of the pretty parts. The holding of hands, laughter, hugs, kisses, beautiful memories shared. And when I think of love, I think of that as well. But I don’t want just the pretty parts. There will be nights were we sleep in separate rooms, days that are not filled with laughter, only tears. There will be nights when we go to bed angry and have it boiling inside of us for days, there are going to be tears, fights, and things wish we never said. But to be in love is to not accept just the pretty, but the ugly too. And I wouldn’t want to face ugly with anyone except you.”

“I compare him to you a lot,” she says, a smile growing on her lips. “The way he looks at me, you never looked at me like that. Like I was something precious, something to cherish. You never listened, you’d brush away my views and opinions and insist you were right. He doesn’t. He listens, takes in my view and respects it. You never held me like he does. You’d make it seem like a chore, something you had to do. He takes my hand when I don’t expect it, pulls me close and kisses me like he can’t stop himself.” Her smile is beaming, but it’s not for him. Not anymore. “I compare him to you a lot because now I see how bad you were for me. I thought I was happy with you, but now I know I am so much happier with him than I ever was with you.”

the memories still dance around the blue stars on the ceiling. but now you’re here, and it’s okay to remember - you’re going to hold me gently and mend what used to be broken.