The thing that terrifies me most is that one day, you'll be the story I'll tell my daughter.
When she's curled up in bed, wrapped in blankets and heartbreak.
When she hasn't eaten anything in days but the voicemail he left her, when she hasn't been able to sleep because the goodbye that broke her shatters her bones all over again every time she closes her eyes.
And I'll climb into bed with her and she'll lay her head on my lap and I'll try to brush him out of her hair and her tears will soak through my shirt and I'll tell her about you.
The boy I met when I was her age, who I fell in love with, who saved me and fucking destroyed me.
And I'll tell her about how it hurt, it hurt so badly it almost killed me. I don't even know what real love feels like at that time, but I love you, I've known what it's like to fall in love with someone and been through heartbreaks too many times. And all of them hurts the same.
Then I'll tell her about how it got better. How I stopped hurting, and got out of bed.
But I won't tell her that sometimes I still have dreams about you and can hardly breath the next day or about the pictures of us together hidden in my room.
YOU ARE READING
A Recollection : Sincerely, me.
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