He told me to stay out of his life. He told me to leave him alone. But I miss him, and I love him. And I am staying away from him because he told me it would be best for him. And all I want is what is best for him.
But I still wear his sweater and sweatpants at night when I sleep because it makes me feel like he is still with me. I still wear his clothes and remember the night he carried my drunk, distraught and suicidal self home, gave me the clothes, tucked me in bed, kissed me good night and held me while I cried all night long.
It's almost as like, if I keep his clothes around, someday he will come back and everything will be OK.
I should have stopped him from walking away. I hope he truly is happy now. That's all I want for him. That's all I have ever wanted. |