You said you’d be back in two months. It was an easier version of the truth for us both to believe. Last week I told someone I have a girlfriend but she’s gone for the summer. Both things felt true when I said them. Now, neither of them do.
The way you make me feel is so hard to let go of. You showed me compassion and love that I can’t be without. Or, I refuse to be without now because that’s not living, that’s just occupying space and going through the motions.
I guess, thank you. Moving across the world was the only shot we had at breaking this spell.