poeticepitome:

You know it’s going to be rough when everytime you type “I love you”, your phone suggest her name at the end. At family gatherings when they ask you if you have someone special in your life and her name sits on the tip of your tongue but you just nod a no while sipping on the wine to wash the bitter taste out of your mouth hoping that if you get drunk tonight the liquid flowing through your viens wont break down the walls you’ve built up around the emotions but it’s as if a fucking dam broke, the thought of her floods your mind, making your chest hurt at the recollection of how it was so perfect, she was so perfect, you could write novels of how she made you feel, even as it got thicker, you still had more to write. Oh how she adored every word but got sick of reading every page of your book, it’s as if both of you were submerged by the love but instead of helping each other learn to breathe underwater, she found the surface to breathe new air and left you drowning in a pool of nothing but memories.