Mariya Hoque

Maybe they weren’t your person, but understand that to them, you were theirs. You hold a place in their heart, a place you didn’t ask for and perhaps not even want. But don’t brush them off.

I smile because I am starting to breathe lighter when the thoughts of you are no longer suffocating me. When your troublesome past stopped becoming my nightmares and started fading into a distant dream.

Our faces don’t match, but underneath we are the same.

I stopped missing ‘us.’ And the idea of ‘us.’ The memories that connected us, created us and build a bridge between us that we will never cross again.

Don’t try to convince me that you want to be “just friends” again. If it didn’t occur to you before, I’ll say it for you now: You and I were never really friends to begin with.

It is a struggle, yes, but at some point, that struggle and that journey have an end that makes the pain feel like a sweet blessing in disguise.

You finally admit that the real reason you’re mad is not because they couldn’t see that you were meant to be, but because they were the first to realize that you weren’t.

She asks herself what could she be doing wrong when you pull her into your arms but don’t try to keep her there.

Each time your skin touches his, you want to see whether his body leaves an imprint of yours instead of the empty air you left on the last boy like you were never even there.

Instead, I focused on the thing that was for certain: you will always be the boy who definitely had something I wanted, but was missing everything that I needed.

What amazed me the most, was that as hard as I crashed into you, you were able to stand still without a scratch, while my heart instantly started to sink.

Your other half shouldn’t be destroying you, it should be completing you.