I am glad that whatever happened between us happened. I am glad that I felt more love than I could hold in my chest. I am glad that I was utterly and irreparably wrecked. I am glad my bones ache just by walking outside and smelling the same air as you; breathing the air you once breathed with me. We breathe different airs now. I am glad I walked away. I am glad I learned how to love myself. I am glad I let life do whatever the fuck it wants. It's called fate. I am glad I stumbled and tripped and broke. It taught me how to put myself back together. I am glad I still love you. It's hard. I am learning how to live without you.
3/21/15
11:28 p.m.
YOU ARE READING
we were calamitous
Puisi"you and i were meant to collide like silken streaks across the velvet sky, we were meant to burn burn burn and rise up again from the ashes."
