Losing you wasn't just painful, it was damaging also. It wasn't me sitting down on a couch surrounded by my friends as we watched movies and ate junkfood to try and forget you. It was me staying up at four in the morning because the thought of you was so fucking strong I couldn't even close my eyes without seeing your face. It was me swallowing thickly and blinking back tears every time I was in public, and the hole in my chest causing my breaths to come out shaky rather than normal. It was me laughing at things for no reason as my stomach turned because the urge of falling apart was getting stronger. It was me crying at random hours during the day, and me not wanting to get out of bed... It was me deleting our conversations and then regretting it because now I couldn't go back to see where we went wrong. It fucking hurts, losing you hurts and I don't think I'll ever be able to forget this kind of pain.
YOU ARE READING
This Is Me Letting You Go
PuisiThis is a book about moving on when you don't want to. This is a book about letting go.
