*this doesn't have a POV, it's more of my experience with leaving a relationship and I wanted to post it. Interpret it how you like ❤️*
It ate at me.
It was good when I was with you. It was so, so good. Until it wasn't anymore.
Three years flew by like two days and suddenly it was... suffocating. It was taking away my oxygen, slowly, slowly, making my airways close up and my vision foggy.
I was breathing in more carbon dioxide than air at that point.
But there was something so, so safe about you. It was comforting and warm and overall it was... well, it was familiar.
And I was so conflicted. Do I stay and wait for my air to return to my lungs? Or do I leave and know that it could come back so much faster?
So, I left. I left and my oxygen levels rose so fast. And part of me was so upset because...
Well, because, maybe I didn't love you at all.
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Trigger Warning.
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