I wake with my shirt cold and wet, stuck to my chest with the memories I relive instead of forget. The nights that we danced and laughed that we were the luckiest. To sit with Monet and listen to strings in the cathedral on des Champs D’Élysées. A loft party turned tiny concert on a platform bed. We climbed into the earth to float in a cave and you held me and told me there’d be no one else, again,
It's like a death. I burned the few things I had left of my ex and put the ashes and my ring in an old copper container that came with a perfume bottle inside from the 90s, when we met. And I pretend it's him and sometimes I cry and tell the ashes I miss him. And the person I text with about the kids is someone else entirely.
I wanted to be friends for a long, long time, but his new wife wouldn’t allow it and even made him cut off contact with our kids. THAT hurts. They’re hurt. And angry.
It's like a death. I burned the few things I had left of my ex and put the ashes and my ring in an old copper container that came with a perfume bottle inside from the 90s, when we met. And I pretend it's him and sometimes I cry and tell the ashes I miss him. And the person I text with about the kids is someone else entirely.
Sometimes the grief over what never came to pass is worse than grief over the things that did. I’m right there with you.
i feel the same sting ... i keep trying to be friends, but i get pointy about it... i have to take long breaks ... so i don't break...
Beautiful. I can relate.
So gorgeous and straight to the heart.
Is this about Adrian/Yoke Lore? That relationship seemingly ended without even a word and...the resulting silence has been confusing.
I wanted to be friends for a long, long time, but his new wife wouldn’t allow it and even made him cut off contact with our kids. THAT hurts. They’re hurt. And angry.
These could be song lyrics! ❤️
Piercing & profound, Kelly. 100/100