I woke up wanting to die.
You have turned into this battle I have to win. When has love become so violent? When has our love become this difficult?
I hope we try again.
Some day. Some other time.
When we’re stronger than now.
We have begged the universe for chances and it gave us scars.
But for what its worth, these scars showed me love. And for that, I am forever grateful.
We were fearless. We dove in, hearts first. Now we have hit rock bottom, cowering behind excuses and apologies.
Though now it pains us both, I do not regret our gallantry- diving in, despite our already broken limbs. I do not regret you. I do not regret us.
I have grown tired of telling our story. From where it began to where it ended.
I have grown tired of counting scores- the record of rights and wrongs.
But I have never grown tired of missing you. God, I miss you. Please come back.
Sometimes, love is not enough. There are storms we cannot control and histories we cannot rewrite.
Our love did not go as deep as the wounds in our flesh. It is not enough to love and be loved because the universe is much more complex. It demands patience throughout the unfathomable. But we were too eager.
Now, we sit in silence, distant and defeated. Now, more than ever, I miss you. But Im trying my best not to.
We have been tired from fighting off the doubts- the ones rooted from our miserable past.
Now, we learn to put love above all the anxiety. We must.
We have yet to learn what it means to stay in love..how to handle rough patches and how lessen the scars.
We have become battles to win. As if we were one versus the other, instead of us versus the problem.
Now, we try harder. Love is most definitely not easy.
Storms have left us stranded oceans away from each other. Yet the waves have been kind enough to bring us to common shores.
Now, we keep loving the ocean. Now, we keep loving each other.