We loved hard.
When we argued, it felt like our mission was to hurt the other. We never stayed mad at each other long, maybe two or three days.
This wasn’t a petty argument.
His words were hurtful. Each syllable felt like rubbing alcohol being rubbed onto an open wound.
I loved him too much to stoop to his level. He needed to know what happens when you hurt someone you love.
His phone calls and text messages were ignored for for days.
Three weeks passed before I finally decided to listen to his voicemail. Lots of begging and apologizing. On the last voicemail, he says he’s going to let the song speak for him.
The fear of losing that person that you love the most puts everything into perspective. Brings it all back to what really matters in life.
