master-heartbreaker

I can go days without missing you or even thinking about you but every once in a while a great big wave of hurt comes crashing into me and then suddenly I’m crying on my bedroom floor wondering what went wrong and asking the darkness that fills my room why I wasn’t enough for you.
—  do you still think of me sometime too? (please tell me you do)
I didn’t know I could miss something so much, even if it was never mine to begin with.
—  Excerpt from a book I’ll never write
No matter how many friends you have, sometimes all you need is some time for yourself to put things into perspective.
—  Excerpt from a book I’ll never write #12 // a.s 
Getting over you was a graveyard shift I was forced to take. Once the house was too quiet to distract me any longer, I would remember. I would cycle through my memories of you trying to file them correctly in my head. What was good? What was bad?  The clock tick-tocked away the night as I tried to understand the hurt I was feeling and figure out whether or not you were as great as I thought you were. Sometimes there was no understanding, only heart palpitations and darkness I couldn’t see through. With every evening though, the fog in my mind would lift ever so slightly, and now it’s gone. Now, I place my focus where it really belongs - on myself.
—  NaPoWriMo Day 28 - Graveyard Shift // Maxwell Diawuoh