I realized I needed my own love more than the people I selflessly gave it to.

You were the hardest year of my life and I’ve never been so happy. What does that say about me?

I am not collarbones or drunken letters never sent. I am not the way I leave or left or didn’t know how to handle anything,at any time,and I am not your fault.

He left that morning, the last words still echoing in my head, and though he said he’d come back one day I know a broken promise from a right one for I have used them...