An honorable human relationship — that is, one in which two people have the right to use the word “love” — is a process, delicate, violent, often terrifying to both persons involved, a process of refining the truths they can tell each other. (Adrienne Rich)

The best part of having been with you is that I may one day wake up, having dreamed of being with you again. I miss your mussels, you made them so well. And I miss the smell of your hair in the morning. I miss the everyday.

It’s hard hearing that you found someone. I wish you had found me. It feels as if I let you go. I didn’t tell you how much I loved you. I just let you slip through my fingers. I didn’t tell you how much you meant to me, how much I had missed you. I didn’t beg and I didn’t scream, I just let you slip through and now I wish I had, I wish I had told you and I wish I had screamed, I wish I was back there telling you how awful it is to let you go, how painful and how empty it makes me feel. And how hollow, how dark.