I guess what I really struggle with is acceptance. Not just any acceptance though; acceptance to change. Like how one night you’re sending me pages upon pages of text messages telling me about how amazing spending the whole weekend together was. The next month you say you never should have told me you loved me. The month after that you leave me at your doorstep saying it’s over and I’m just standing there speechless. And then I never see you again.
Fuck change.






