You were only there to be a healer. A fixer. To prepare them for the next love. Not yours.

Undeniable chemistry and horrific timing. They love each other.

I looked at you for two and a half years
I didn't see you.

Because you thought love was just gonna be there. You weren't taught that it had to be made, it had to be mixed, kneaded, recycled. Over and over, you have to keep creating it. Over and over with everyone you love. Over and over.

The relationship was perfect, but I hated everything about the person I became.

Sometimes our walls exist just to see who has the strength to knock
them down.