and so i’m letting you go i’m erasing our conversations and deleting our photos and i’m going to stop making playlists for you you became someone i would have died for but it’s taken me 7 months to realize that maybe i didn’t love you maybe i wanted to maybe i would have died for you but i would not have lived for you i think when you’re in love it makes you want to live forever but i’ve only known love in the form of slammed doors and raised voices and shattered hearts and terrified apologies so maybe the way i felt about you wasn’t love maybe it was fear fear of losing someone who made me feel like i could hold up the sky even on my bad days i never figured out that i could hold up the moon and the sun and the stars without you and maybe that’s what love is maybe love is realizing i didn’t need you maybe it’s realizing i dont need anyone understanding that i deserve it all and maybe a little more
