I have nothing to write.

We broke up because we were terrible at being in the right place at the right time and saying the right things when the other needed us too. We couldn’t do it. Sometimes it’d be the right time, but he’d say the wrong thing. Sometimes it’d be the right place, but the wrong time. Sometimes I’d say the right thing, but at the wrong time.

I have nothing to write.

We were together two and a bit years. At our age it feels like a lifetime. At my grandparent’s age it feels like a blink of an eye.

I have nothing to write.

I’m empty. It broke me. I wanted us to be together so badly that I couldn’t accept our faults. I couldn’t let us breathe. I suffocated him and he pushed me away so I wouldn’t see him cry. We did the tug of war for the same reason, we thought we were fighting for our relationship. But we did it separately and against each other.

I have nothing to write.

I have nothing that you don’t already know. You hear about break ups all the time. But it’s different when it happens to you. When you are properly and absolutely devastated. When you’ve let down the person that meant the most to you.

But it’s all over. And there’s nothing left to say.

I have nothing to write.

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