•01//17//17• "Why do you love him?
What makes him special?" "Well, he was the man of my dreams.My support. I was drawn to him in every way imaginable. The way his dark brown hair would part evenly over his left ear. The way he'd flash me a toothy grin, in desperate attempt to fight back a laugh. The way his deep brown eyes touched my soul as he grazed my cheek with the palm of his hand. The way his fingertips danced along my soft pale skin, from dusk to dawn. He was my comfort. My safe place. My solace. My home. "
A dozen reasons skimmed through my mind as if only by impulse. But there had been a key word. "Was." It had been in that moment , that I realized I no longer loved him. I was merely infatuated with the idea of loving him. He was the perfect man, only when it had been convenient for him. Somewhere along the way, he abandoned me and I grew out of this misconstrued idea of love. I was done romanticizing his abandonment. It wasn't until now that I questioned myself. What am I holding onto ?