This might be my last post about us because I don’t know if I am allowed to write about us, us that won’t exist, an us that only I’ll remember because everyone in this damn world would move on but me, a beautiful us that I ruined with my insecurities, an us that I could have grown old too. this might be the last post about something beautiful I ruined unknowingly.
Don’t do that, please.
If he is nice to you, he deserves to be loved deeply- deeper than the ocean and warmer than the lava.
This is my last post about us.
I don’t know what I am going to write about now because all my thoughts have been about us and you can’t leave me. Please stay.
This is my last post about us.
I am hurting. Tell me you’ll stay.
This is my last post about us. I won’t ever. Please don’t leave me.
I don’t want to hate the things I loved with you. I don’t want to hate myself. This post is about us.
The last f*****g post. Last f*****g hug.
I should have hugged you for longer. I don’t remember what you smelled like.
I am sorry for fighting. I am sorry.
Please come home and hug me.
I am sorry.
This is my last post about us.