You knew I’m yours, but still you questioned me.
Someday this feeling will fade to nothingness, and I will wake without your name repeated in my mind. You were unfair, questioning, relentless, and untrusting. My instinct to bolt wasn’t fear of commitment, it was a healthy wariness of an insecure, destructive love. You aren’t who you said you were.
I don’t want anything on my pizza.
Her mourning coffee 