And one day, it wasn’t. It wasn’t me,
and it wasn’t you.
It wasn’t us against the world.
It wasn’t two souls colliding,
wasn’t some story meant to unfold like those Hallmark movies.
We just were.
Like the day before we met,
strangers again,
holding faint echoes of something that once tasted like hope.
Like iridescent tinfoil, shiny enough to believe in, but never better than the day before we met.
Do I regret it?
Not even close.
You were a moment that collided with mine.
A moment we needed.
But we never needed each other.
We just thought we did.
We twisted ourselves into shapes that almost fit, breaking off pieces until we couldn’t recognize our own reflections.
I’m sorry for the part I played.
And thank you for the good days.
The ones where nothing mattered but our breathing, in sync.
Thank you for holding me when no one else could hear me breaking. I love you.
But only the version of you that didn’t resent me.
Because one day, you won’t.
One day, it will just be.
#progress#gettingsoberverysoon#ilovedthisjourney#tweaker