Gone.

I wanted to cry right there and then, right in front of you while sitting under dim lights with our unfinished drinks. I wanted to cry with every part of my body shaking, shaking from not being able to take the flow of the ocean going through me. I wanted to cry out all the weight I’ve been carrying with me all these years, all the weight I’ve been holding onto—for you and only you. I wanted to cry my heart onto the table and beg you to just take me back already. I wanted, I wanted so much, too much, because nothing is ever enough, but you have always been. x