*You seem sad.**We’re not gonna do this. I can’t share. I can’t catch up with you. I can’t talk. ‘Cause if I did, if I told you he moved out, if I told you I haven’t slept alone in 12 years, if I told you my heart hurt so much sometimes, I want to rip it from my chest with my own hands, I would fall apart. And I don’t have time to fall apart. And not that I’m not happy to see you…but I wish that you would go home so the choice to talk and fall apart would go away.
Post N° 309
*You seem sad.**We’re not gonna do this. I can’t share. I can’t catch up with you. I can’t talk. ‘Cause if I did, if I told you he moved out, if I told you I haven’t slept alone in 12 years, if I told you my heart hurt so much sometimes, I want to rip it from my chest with my own hands, I would fall apart. And I don’t have time to fall apart. And not that I’m not happy to see you…but I wish that you would go home so the choice to talk and fall apart would go away.