— Marguerite Duras, Hiroshima, Mon Amour (1959)
It’s painful knowing you’re happy with someone else. It’s similar to death. Even though you’re gone from my life, I need to realize that you’re in a better and happier place.
I’m tired of you just being someone to text. I wanna be in your social space and try making you smile and laugh so I can feel like I’m someone of some sort of value to you. I’m tired of wishing this and that.
I don’t know why I
Sleep with my eyes wide
Hoping that I’ll find you
