It hurts realizing you are no longer in love with the person you couldn't--at first--even imagine your life with out.
And at nights, you'll lay there thinking of ways to make it work...giving yourself the slight hope that maybe, just maybe there's some way for everything to be alright again. But you'll run everything over. And you'll analyze everything that went wrong. Then you'll run back to everything that went right. And you'll try to put the two together. But it won't work, and you'll get tired and tell yourself, once again, like you have for every night for as long as you can remember, that it just can't be. It's not supposed to be. And it's beyond what you really want at this point.
So then the you start to have a hard time breathing. And your heart will do its stupid spaz attacks, and panic attacks, and the sinking feeling it does as it breaks over and over again. But as you swallow it, and breathe, and think about tomorrow, you slowly accept. You learn to let it go. And that sinking feeling in your chest will slowly faze you less and it'll slowly go away.
And like everything else, you'll move on, move forward.
Because really, after everything, that's the only thing left to do.
And at nights, you'll lay there thinking of ways to make it work...giving yourself the slight hope that maybe, just maybe there's some way for everything to be alright again. But you'll run everything over. And you'll analyze everything that went wrong. Then you'll run back to everything that went right. And you'll try to put the two together. But it won't work, and you'll get tired and tell yourself, once again, like you have for every night for as long as you can remember, that it just can't be. It's not supposed to be. And it's beyond what you really want at this point.
So then the you start to have a hard time breathing. And your heart will do its stupid spaz attacks, and panic attacks, and the sinking feeling it does as it breaks over and over again. But as you swallow it, and breathe, and think about tomorrow, you slowly accept. You learn to let it go. And that sinking feeling in your chest will slowly faze you less and it'll slowly go away.
And like everything else, you'll move on, move forward.
Because really, after everything, that's the only thing left to do.
