loving someone seems like a good idea until it’s been almost 2 weeks since they left and you’ve still never felt so empty in your whole life, like your heart has been ripped in two.
it’s a good idea until you’re sobbing on the bathroom floor screaming to god asking why you weren’t good enough, begging and pleading to have them back,
swearing that you’d do anything in the world just to have them back. it’s a good idea until you realize you gave them everything,
and now that they’re gone, you’ve become absolutely nothing.