She Knew; He Didn't

She knew that loving him would be disastrous, but she was already a disaster. She knew that by holding onto his hand meant that she could be left all alone, reaching out for a hand that was never meant to touch hers. She knew that when he spoke those words he never meant it. She knew that like her shadow, he will leave her in the dark. It’s only when the times are good that he will come back with an apology dripping from his lips like a spilled cup of coffee drips from a cup. And even until this day, she is still constantly checking her phone for a text message that he will never send because he is already too busy enjoying his next cup of tea.

Maybe one day, she'll realize that she's not the one who made a mistake. It was him and his enability to feel love.

 

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