I had to watch him fall out of love with me.
I saw the uncertainty in his eyes grow each time he looked my way. I felt his arms slowly hold me looser, as if he hoped I would slip from his grasp. Eventually, he wouldn't even touch me. I would reach for his hand, and immediately feel his body tense. And the discomfort, God the discomfort. It would fill the room, and whisper doubts in my ear until finally, I let go. Days would pass where he wouldn't even speak to me.
It felt like I didn't exist.
I had to watch him fall out of love with me. He would always deny it, but I knew. I could feel it in my bones, in my heart, in my whole being. I just wasn't it anymore, and there was nothing I could do to change that. I couldn't force him to fight for me, for us.
So, I decided to leave.
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liberosis
Thơ caA journey I made through heartbreak. When I felt everything entirely too much. When all I wanted was to let go and hold on. To drown and to swim all at once. This is my story of learning to soak in liberosis. Enjoy. xx
