I used to read over and over the letters you wrote me when everything first started. I want to be reminded of how we were like, how you were like. That’s what I clinged onto. That’s what kept me going as if it’s the proof of what I wanted to believe.
And then I realized, at long last, that things have changed. You have changed, even before I did. I chose to hold on to words that have long lost their validity, like I always do.
You’re no longer the person who was so very much in love with me. I miss the time when I was not merely a tolerable existence.
And now, my heart aches, reading them, and a drowsy numbness pains my sense.