𝖽𝗈𝗋𝖺

The cigarette ended before the memory did.

“You’ve changed.” “I had to, to survive you.”

I learned the hard way that love without effort is just a pretty lie.

With you, even silence feels like it’s holding me.

Pov:

Not everything that ended was a mistake — some things were lessons with an exit.

Some memories don’t fade — they just stop asking for your attention.

I love you in quiet ways — in pauses, in glances, in not needing words.

I didn’t lose myself — I gave pieces away to people who couldn’t hold them.

I hate when people act like they know me. Only my best friend does, the rest can shut up.

Some chapters hurt less when you stop expecting a different ending.

“Why did you leave without a fight?” “Because I was the only one fighting.”

I don’t chase happiness anymore — I notice it when it sits beside me.

There are days I miss who I was, without wanting to be them again.

Time didn’t heal me — it taught me how to live with the scar.

With you, even silence feels like it’s holding me.

“Do you still miss them?” “Not them. The way I felt back then.”