Sometimes your forever is someone else’s for now. You’ve been through this before. I can see it in your eyes. It happens like this: you plan your life around a person who doesn’t know what he’s doing next month or next week or for the next twenty minutes. And when it comes to wandering souls, even all the love in the world can’t make them stay.
Or this: you give without being asked, handful after handful of yourself. He takes with big hands and hardly ever spends the night, but you blindly hope it will grow into something more. Something wonderful. It must, you think. It has to. But when his pockets are full and a new soul is calling, when the world tilts into clarity and he finds himself awake in the middle of the night, you’ll learn more than your fair share about heartbreak.
And I know, I know, it’s hard to try again. To give and plan and hope without worrying about the burn. It’s hard, yes, but you have to. You just have to. Because one day, I promise, your forevers will align. Listen to me. One day, someone will teach you how to love again.