"I don’t want you to come first for me anymore but I’m so used to second place that I’m not sure how to move myself up in my own life anymore.

I feel like you’re looking for more.
I feel like you’re trying to find something else.

I’m afraid that you won’t find it here.

I don’t know why I do what I do… I guess I do it because it somehow makes sense to me.

I run my hands through your hair like how I’d run through a field of daisies…

slow and steady to appreciate the beauty of every strand as if it was a flower that grew through cold winter, hard dirt, and sticky mud, just to be present in the world. Oh, how incredibly beautiful it is.

I do not understand…
You cannot treat people like this.
They have hearts. Every day I sit &
wonder— what happened to yours…