And suddenly we looked at each other for the first time in 5 months with tears streaming down our faces. It was all too familiar, the feeling of wiping her tears off her cheeks, they were always so soft. But now, they were red from the yelling and crying. I felt my face turning a similar shade of pink as I looked at you with a strong hesitancy to hold you. I did anyway. We stood there for a while and just held each other.
‘I loved you so much. I loved you so much’
I didn’t know what to say. It felt strange using it in past tense.
You looked back at me with red eyes, ‘I loved you too. I loved you a lot’
But we were toxic. We both said it, I had no room to disagree.
'We were never going to work’
And it hit me that this, this moment was what I had been waiting for since the moment you left me. The tears, the eerie nostalgia, the fact that we looked at each other and said that although we are no longer in love, we can say that yes, we loved each other. And maybe we were right for each other at a time. But we became two people that weren’t meant to be together as we grew.
We loved each other,
but we were never going to work
@ all the white women at women’s march. @ all the heterosexual women at women’s march @able bodied women @ all the women that hold class privilege @ all the women that supported Hillary War Criminal Clinton @ all the white women that voted for Donald Duck ass Bigot ass Trump @ all the white women who talk over global majority women, who steal our labor for your own benefits and advantage. Who use our words and silence us. Prove your “sisterhood”
Happy 100th Birthday, Betty Grable // December 18, 1916 - July 2, 1973 // “She was the funniest person I ever knew, and everyone loved her. She had what I call a kind of kinky, curly, wonderful way of looking at things.” - Lucille Ball