I want to throw up
How can you say you want a home with me? A room of our hobbies? Our family? Telling me to learn recipes to make for our family? Then later that night tell me that you find no peace with me or future and discard of me, again.
It’s been a month since I was left. A month of letting you back in and playing pretend and losing you all over.
How is that stable?
He’s done. I need to move on. It hurts, I never wanted to break up. Never.
It hurts, because when he needs or wants to see me - my door is always open. I just wanted it to work so badly. I thought we could get through anything.
This physically pains me so bad to lose what I thought was my soulmate and love of my life. I’ve been fighting to keep us for months, but maybe I actually do need to let go.
Tinges of pain when I think of my future and you have to be edited out. A month ago, I started to make trinkets of his favorite things and I never got to complete out all I wanted to do. They sit there as a reminder of an unfinished us.
Onwards, am I right?