brief exposure of my notes app

the way he made me feel
was not why I loved him.
it was who he was.

but I can’t say that anymore.
because he’s no longer the person I fell in love with.
and whoever he is now

or maybe whoever he’s always been—
he isn’t mine.
he isn’t for me.
whatever we have to force
was never meant for us.

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today, I’m grateful for friendships that feel like home, yoga that reconnects mind and body, the green grass, green trees, music that soothes my soul, elizabeth st. cafe’s steak spring rolls, good conversations, my plants reaching toward the light, the ability to be silly, carefree, vulnerable, resilient, happy, serious, and emotional. And also .. fucking deserving crash outs.