Seams || d.h.

Fixation

"And by morning
Gone was any trace of you
I think I'm finally clean"

Little by little, I started to heal.

I finally began going out with our friends again.

They were all worried, but I was able to convince them that I was okay.
"It'll be fine" I said. "A broken heart always finds a way to fix itself."

I even met up with Phil once.

"I'm happy we can continue being friends"

"Yes, our friendship doesn't have to end because of another relationship"

"Speaking of that... How are you holding up?"

"I'm doing okay... What about him?"

"... He's just trying to survive. But I know he will. He loved you. He really did."

"I know."

After a few months I even started dating. Nothing serious, but it helped me forget about my thoughts for a while.

Weeks passed by. I continued working, traveling and finding ways to escape this mess.

You were starting to fade into a far away memory, a past period of my life.

That was until I received that text that night.

(1) text from unknown number:
"Why didn't you love me?"