read closely.

you miss the person you thought he was

you’re in love with everything

he used to be

you hold on because your love is unconditional

you’re up, thinking about him

wanting his attention

maybe a text, a call, maybe you just want to lay up and cuddle

but he’s always doing this

he’s rarely around and it hurts

that’s what keeps you up at night

you’re hurting right now and he’s probably asleep

understand this

life is too short to lose sleep over a living nightmare

I know you love him but you have to love yourself more

see, anyone not willing to respect what you feel

is not worthy of any type of emotional response

how many tomorrows will you spend waiting for a man who only deserves a place in your yesterdays

your future is uncertain because your focus is on your rearview mirror

you can’t get to where you need to be

focused on everything that belongs behind you

—  r.h.Sin, “Read Closely”
Whiskey Words & a Shovel II
She was at that crucial age when a women begins to regret having stayed faithful to a husband she never really loved, when the glowing sunset colors of her beauty offer her one last, urgent choice between maternal and feminine love. At such a moment a life that seemed to have chosen its course long ago is questioned once again, for the last time the magic compass needle of the will hovers between final resignation and the hope of erotic experience.
—  Stefan Zweig, The Burning Secret and other stories
I never believed in love at first sight but for some reason, I felt something different when we first met. The more I got to know you, the more my feelings intensified. And when you smiled, I knew that I was in trouble.
—  I just hope that you’ll let me fall in your arms
If I could, I would chose you over and over and over again. But I can’t do it, not anymore. You aren’t there for me the way you were, your feelings for me have changed. You’re pulling away. I have to let you go because if I don’t you’ll destroy me. So I have to start choosing me.
—  Excerpt from the book I’ll never write

“Aren’t you afraid? Aren’t you afraid that one day he will look at another girl the way he used to look at you?” her best friend asks.

“Not anymore, not since I realised that I deserved better. I can see him falling for her, and I am okay with that. I wish him happiness and fulfilment. But he has to understand that some day I am going to look at someone else the way I used to look at him. He has to know that some day someone is going to look at me the way he used to, and they are going to choose to stay. My world will not stop turning because he no longer is there to help it turn when I can’t get out of bed in the morning. I have learnt to be a complete person without him.