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“We could have loved each other,” you say into the emptiness.
“It doesn’t matter anymore,” the emptiness replies. “Why torture yourself this way?”
- Sue Zhao (via blossomfully)
But, but. Sometimes you still wonder how it would have felt to hold his hand, to trace the curve of his spine. Sometimes you still hold his secrets in the gaps between your lower ribs, like tiny stars waiting to erupt.
On nights like these you find yourself missing something you never even had.
“We could have loved each other,” you say into the emptiness.
“It doesn’t matter anymore,” the emptiness replies. “Why torture yourself this way?”
- Sue Zhao (via blossomfully)