i haven’t been the same since you left or since being undecided what leaving meant because i left too. i left something of me in that room where we had our second kiss, where i reached for something that could only be expressed by standing on tiptoes to touch your lips. i’m ashamed to admit how deeply i fell in love with the very next thing that knocked on my door. apathy. i’m embarrassed to admit how much i served him even though he gave me less than nothing in return. my love was unhealthy, and my belief in thriving was buried, along with my loved ones and yours. i’ll always wonder who we were in those moments, who we became afterward, and what we’d given up not to experience them again.