The boxes that held her dignity more than her belongings no longer mattered. He made sure that she walked in fragments, pierced her tongue with his name to make sure the pain doesn’t go away. His insecurities had forced the early abortion of their relationship. She had become comfortable in his presence, figured he could be a home far away from home. A home that does more than stretch her aching bones and massage her pale skin. All of that was a year ago, and you would think that by now he would have moved on, but he is still clinging to the idea of what she could have been to her… We suffered too, we learned to steady the rhythm of her heart to make sure she didn’t pass out. Everytime she thought of him which was all the time she felt like she was dying. No amount of alcohol could mask the fear of dying alone. He purged his lover like the womb purges a vulnerable cell, he forced her to unfeel him, forced her to go into a state of mania, her highs and lows were as deep and intense as a soldiers wound from the loss of a dear friend on the battle field.

Today has chosen to mark a new day… She too has learned how to breathe, and he… He has not learned how to move on, see his greatest betrayal was not kicking her out of her house, it was forcing her to give up the future she had planned for the both of them. Today he comes back, asking for another shot at the mercy of her absent pride, her problem is that she loves too much, so she decided to give love another breath, with the very same man who told her that she was not welcome. Perhaps it’s not a bad thing, to help love breathe again.