She looks like I’ll be writing about her later.

I wanted to say something: “I’m sorry,” or perhaps “fuck you.” I wanted to say, “I let you in and you abused that position of trust.” But no no no. I wanted to say, “kiss me please please, we can forget everything.” Or maybe, maybe I just wanted to say, “I forgive you. You’re not sorry but I still forgive you.

Don’t worry when I argue with you. Worry when I stop cause that just means there’s nothing left worth fighting for.

Do not protect my feelings if I ask your opinion: I’m asking because I’m unsure; I’m asking because I know something’s wrong. Tell me the truth. Be brutal. Help me.

in a relationship with healthy communication, arguments should end with understanding on both ends

And if you call me at 4 am, too sad to even say hello, I will listen to your silence until you fall asleep.

Maybe you didn’t want to let me go either. But maybe you were stronger and knew it was the only way to survive.