I wish I could tell you about the first time he told me he loved me, but I’m not sure if I was even listening. For years, I was the only person who couldn’t see that he had a fire in his eyes when he looked at me.
But I could tell you about the first time he told me he didn’t love me anymore and how my bones cracked along with my voice, and the blood in my veins froze.
That’s the thing. That’s always going to be the thing. For months, years, or even decades someone can scream that they love you and you don’t really know if you feel it, but the second that person says they don’t love you anymore, you can feel every ounce of yourself being drained out of your body.
-he doesn’t love me anymore (via vodkaawaves