I fell on my face, but it didn't hurt, i fell so many times, and it still didn't hurt
I relied on that cushion, i looked forward to falling on it so many times but
When i fell this time it wasn't there. I didn't say anything, but me being the clumsy person I am I continued to fall. My cushion wasn't there.
I said, "were have you been"
It said, "I've been around, but I just needed a break from you."
"Why?" I said
"I don't wanna feel like you do."
"How do I feel?" I asked
"You seem greatly sadden by my absence. Its not you, but I im going through a change"
"Oh" I said.
"Don't be sad. I'm sorry I made you feel this way, I'll be here still but not all the time. Hope you understand" he said.
I nodded my head. Sometimes when I fall my cushion is here, sometimes its not here. And that's ok.
I fell so fucking hard for him in the end, and as soon as I did, he was already standing up moving on. I'm not okay.
