It was the morning after.......
It was the morning after. I woke up and I knew of the gaping hole that used to be my heart. That morning I had no desire to wake up, the night before, I wanted a switch to go off so I could unfeel what i just felt, unlove the ungodly amount that I loved, unsee how happy I thought we were, unhear all the I love yous ! I didn’t realize how the next morning was going to suck the life out of me. I stepped out of my bed and walked to the bathroom, bare feet, drawstrings of my pajamas dangling, hair in knots, mascara smudged all over the high cheek bones and gazed myself in the mirror while I squeezed toothpaste on my toothbrush. That’s when it hit! It hit that no one was going to call me beautiful regardless of the mess I was in the mornings, no one was going to tell me it’ll be okay regardless of the size of fuck up I made. I put the toothbrush and the tube of toothpaste on the counter. Something had vacuumed the wind out of my lungs and I needed to replenish that. As air was fil...