I wonder if my heart will always hold a spot for you? I hope when I look back on my life that my heart and my brain can agree that you were not the one who got away: you were the one who chose to leave.
I don’t want to have to be the one who mourns everything when everyone else has clearly forgotten. It’s mortifying. It’s mortifying to be the one who remembers.
Maybe sometimes, we are the ones breaking our own hearts. We walk into a situation, get attached to someone all by choice. And then we let them break our hearts, because we’re the ones who gave them the opportunity to.