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What was it? Does it even matter?
I have been questioning my sanity for the past weeks. Am I clinging? Am I getting attached? Am I having feelings? Am I ready for this? Do I even want it?
I have conceded that I am yet to find inspiration because at the moment, I am not hurting. I am not confused. I am okay. Stable. At equilibrium. At the steady state.
It isn’t being negative per se. It’s being resigned to everything. It’s no longer feeling. It’s not knowing. It’s the lack of grieving.
For all that it’s worth, I hope you never forget. I hope you never stop questioning. I hope you never settle.
I want to have time for you but we both know how impossible that is. — Me to writing. — Me to you.
I would only be at peace if I know you are extremely happy — the type that you can’t compare to ours. Why? Because I’m not the bitter person to be angry or jealous of some new girl when I know she’s the one meant for you.
I don’t really care if she loves you less, I just hope she loves you right.