Maybe it was my fault. For living in a fantasy I created in my head. A fantasy I knew was a lie in my heart.
Maybe it was your fault. For meeting all the standards I had. For fulfilling all my fantasies and bringing my dreams to life.
Maybe it was our fault. For wishing for us to work, despite everything. For wanting to keep holding each other's hands, despite knowing we could never last.
Oh, how perfect we looked on the outside. But what a wreck we were on the inside.
Keeping secrets and telling lies. Pulling away when one reached out to the other. Wishing we could do more for the other while breaking ourselves down to pieces. Pieces we lost along the way. Pieces we can never get back.
Have we matured since then? Have we grown? Do we know better now?
Or are we just deluding ourselves to think we're better?
All that I know for sure is
I'm better off without you.
YOU ARE READING
Snippets
Short StorySnippets from books I'll never write because I know I can't do them justice.
