For my whole life, I've never been the priority. Maybe for a vague moment of time, but nothing to the extent that I thought I was for Ethan.
For the first time, I was really someone's person.
Someone's best friend.
I had someone I could deeply, emotionally connect with.
And then, everything was good.
But now, it's all the same as it was prior to the relationship, yet drastically different. Being lonely, and being lonely after months of love and companionship and importance, illicit different feelings. But at the core, they're both loneliness, and I just need to relearn how to handle it.
