i make no apologies

for saying what I feel… for being who I am… for how I chose to repair what you broke.

E doesn’t love there anymore.

by imakenoapologies

Texts from last night…

E: “I will go to his city in December for a concert. I won’t call him to tell him, even though he introduced me to the performer. I won’t let him know I’m in town, and it will be okay. There will be a few heartbreaking moments, like ‘Is this the street corner we stood on?’ or ‘Was this the diner we ate breakfast in?’ But mostly, I won’t think about that. I’m older, wiser, and just a little more jaded.”

B: “Please. Don’t. Call. Him. Please.”

E: “I won’t call him. E doesn’t love there anymore.”