My phone occasionally shows me pictures of us, the ones I never got around to deleting, not because I hold them closely, but simply because it’s too much work and I never got around to it. I hate the way I looked with you, sleep-deprived and tired, dry skin and just a girl who was constantly neglecting herself. I think that was why it was so easy to let you go. Well, it wasn’t easy at first, but once I got around to it, it was. I wasn’t loving myself with you, and you never cared for it.
Thank god for some endings.
She Was Sea 