Why is this happening to us? Why are you doing this to both of us?
I am terrified you’ll never sing to me again. Who am I kidding, I’m scared we’ll never speak again.
I can’t sleep. I can’t eat. This hasn’t ever happened to me with anybody else ever.
Don’t you see how much I fucking love you?
You told me you had become completely numb, but if you’re numb why did you cry? Don’t numb me out. I know you’re scared, but please… don’t numb me out.
Are you scared of forgetting my eyes? The way I looked at you as if you put every star in the sky? If we’re being honest, most of the time I was half convinced you did.
Your arms feel more at home than my own walls, but I shouldn’t have made a home out of your skin.
I leave the volume turned up at night in case you call, and although I don’t think you will, I wish so badly you would.
No medication or therapist could make my mind quiet enough to focus on continuing life, and in my eyes, you could put them all out of business. You did what nobody else ever could.
You were one of my favourite parts of me.
My voice was shaking too much to explain, but I am pouring so much of myself into you, in hope to fill the gaps that leave you feeling empty. I sincerely, so badly wish you were doing okay.
I thought I was going to be the one who changed your views of love.
If you forget every beautiful and wonderful thing we’ve ever done in our time, please don’t forget how hard I tried.
Please don’t forget I’m still trying.
Katey Chrest (via thinly)