I always knew I would be the one to get hurt, it happens every single time.
We were as close as possible, we were together for god sake, boyfriends, he even brought up marriage one day, so why, why did he go.
I woke up alone one day, frowning a little but not thinking too much of it, maybe he just had to go out and track something, or he had thought of an idea and went to write it down, maybe he went to go make breakfast. But no, it was none of those. There was a note on my bedside table, written out in his typically kinda messy yet still beautiful handwriting. 'Hey, I'm sorry but I can't do this, I've met someone else and I don't wanna string you along unfairly, I love you, stay safe.' and his name. I knew we wouldn't last, nobody ever does with me, but it still hurt, he promised us forever. And I was dumb enough to believe it.
I looked around our- well, my room and got closer to crying as I realised he had taken the stuff that was important to him with him, his instrument, some of his clothes, his keys, wallet and phone, everything else was left here, and that made everything harder. Being consistently reminded of a love that was no longer there yet unable to escape it.
It's been months, almost a year now, and despite the pain it brings I couldn't bring myself to throw away any of his stuff, what if he suddenly remembers about it, what if he gets pissed at me for getting rid of his stuff, what if- who's knocking at my door, and why are they knocking at 6 in the morning.
I got up, probably against my better judgement went to answer my door, half asleep and mildly delirious, still asleep enough to the point where I was questioning whether the person on my doorstep was real or not, and whether or not I wanted him to be real or not, but all of my questions were answered when he clung onto me sobbing into my shoulder.
I lead him inside, sitting him down and was about to grab a glass of water for him but he wouldn't let go, claiming that he had let go of me too many times before, and although I was internally relieved to see him again, I couldn't help but tear up a little he came for comfort because I'm familiar, because I'm the rebound, like normal, but that's alright, because I have my man back, I missed him so fucking much.
