The same mug, full of coffee, sits on the table from the night Matthias slammed the door on his exit. I’m not giving up on us.
I’ve replayed his words, nonstop, for the last week. I’ve had to reschedule my appointments. I can’t help others when my energy is a black cloak that wraps anyone who gets near me. It wouldn’t be fair to take money from my clients when I’m not giving them the best service I’m capable of. Makenna didn’t question me, but she knows this is all caused by heartbreak. I could tell by the way she told me to sort what was in my heart.
I scratch my head as I wander around the space in my apartment. I’ve barely slept the last two days, asking myself what the f**k happened. How did I push Matthias away? Better yet, why?
At one point in my life, I did express love. I would
