180 Seconds

You let one person in; the other goes out

Sometimes, the unexpected happens. Sometimes, someone makes you break your own rules, I read.

Because that’s what people do: they leave. When things are good, when things are bad, people leave.

Sometimes, the unexpected happens. Sometimes, someone makes you break your own rules.

YOU CAN’T REACH WHAT’S IN FRONT OF YOU UNTIL YOU LET GO OF WHAT’S BEHIND YOU.

They have no idea how naive it is to believe, to trust

“It’s going to hurt until it doesn’t anymore.”

He knows that connection is not my thing.

People are not my thing.

Trust is not my thing.

I watch as he slides his hand under mine, entwining our fingers. “Allowed?” he asks softly. I love when he smiles without actually smiling. It’s all in his eyes.
“More than allowed,” I say. “Wanted.”

it’s taking all I have to do this, because this is supposed to be when I start things, not end them.