Breakups are fucking brutal.
Especially when two people still love each other, but love isn’t enough to make them good for each other.
I’m trying to put myself first. I’m trying to act confident, keep moving, distract myself, have fun, and figure out who the hell I am outside of all of this.
And some days, that confidence is a fucking facade.
I’m lonely. I’m sad. I hate knowing he’s sad too. And there’s a part of me that desperately wants the comfort of something familiar, even when I know it can’t be what it used to be.
Tonight he asked me to lay with him. I said no.
Immediately. And fuck, that hurt.
Because I wanted to.
But sometimes choosing yourself doesn’t feel empowering. Sometimes it feels lonely as hell.
And you still have to choose yourself anyway.
Nocturnal Anomaly 
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