She Was Sea

We always miss the ones who fuck us over. Is it because we lost a great part of ourselves in them? Or is it because the ones who fuck us over are always the ones we give our hearts to. Because if you hadn’t given them your all, they wouldn’t have had the power to hurt you. And because they got under our skin despite their disappointing efforts, a part of us will always miss them given an opportunity. We want to hate them, we want to hate the way they made us feel. We want to hate the lies. But we also miss the way our hearts flew with them. So where does Love end and self-love begin?