"After months of seeing your face in every crowd, I barely recognise the real you standing in front of me.
My hair is shorter, you say, but we both know that it's four inches closer to never having your hands run through it.
You're taller, I say, and I wonder if my head still fits in the curve of your neck.
There is no 'I miss you' because we're both not sure if that's even okay. Can you miss the person that broke your heart?
'How's your family?' I ask, thinking how your mother used to set a plate for me even before she knew I was coming.
'They're doing well." you answer, and you smile.
And in your smile, I am free.
My heart does not speed up.
My mouth doesn't curve to a matching smile.
For so long, I loved you. I loved you, and your stupid laugh, your brown eyes, and goodnight texts.
And I though that I needed you to be whole. I thought that when we were over, I was over.
But here I am. We are not the people we used to be.
I am free.
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RandomA book full of meaningful quotes that will put you in the feels. Disclaimer: None of these quotes or short texts are mine. I repeat, THEY ARE NOT MINE. I give credit to the author's who wrote them.
