3 am showers
Gentle wet kisses all around my body soothe me but destroy every last bit of my heart.
The following conversation is brought to you by 3 am shower thoughts.
Um, what are you doing?
What do you mean, what am I doing, I’m waiting.
Waiting for what?
You know, for him to love me, again.
Are you stupid? He loves her now.
I don’t believe it. How can he not love me anymore?
You’re attached. You were with him every day, every second of your life and then just like that, it all went away and you’re scared you can never have that connection with anyone else.
Well, will I?
Indeed. Diligently and patiently. When the timing is right, he will come. You’re a catch.
How will I know?
You break off all of the attachments and when the timing is right. If your guys’ paths end up meeting again, then, you will know he is the one. But for now, learn to love yourself because honey, it doesn’t do you good to love someone before loving yourself.
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