It’s one of those nights were I can’t stop thinking about you.
What might’ve happened if you chose me. If you asked me to stay.
And sadly, I would’ve.
I would’ve left my independence, my growth, to stay and give us another chance.
I hate that you still get to me. I don’t even have to see your face. I see a place, I hear a song, and it takes me back. My heart still sinks anytime I hear your name.
I’ll probably thank you in the future for making my decision easier to go, and for letting me be me outside of you, but I still wonder just what would’ve come of me if you were by my side.
Tears flood thinking about it.
Tonight I’m going to have a date night for myself. A night to reflect and be vulnerable to sadness, because the move is soon and I need to be okay with the quiet times.