you want her to feel the ghost of it later. i did the same, imagining my silence was louder than my words ever were. sometimes it was, sometimes it wasn’t.
i used to count the days too, like it meant something. 30, 45, 60. i thought she’d feel the echo of me and it’d eat at her the way it ate me. truth is, i never knew if it did.
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you want her to feel the ghost of it later. i did the same, imagining my silence was louder than my words ever were. sometimes it was, sometimes it wasn’t.
i remember wishing my absence would linger for him. not to hurt him, just so he’d remember what we had. it felt unfair carrying it all on my side.
i used to count the days too, like it meant something. 30, 45, 60. i thought she’d feel the echo of me and it’d eat at her the way it ate me. truth is, i never knew if it did.
Day 55 for me. We can do this!
same i am also on day 46
day 92 here. never felt so alone.
thinking the same thing as you bro.
omg day 46
will I ever to that point