
In 6 days, it’ll be 2 years.
Two years of promises. Two years of “almost.” Two years of me building an entire emotional life around a future you kept telling me was right around the corner.
And meanwhile, my actual life kept moving.
I moved across the country. I built a career I’m proud of. I made a home for myself. I learned how to survive without you, even while loving you. I’m living a good life.
Alone.
Single.
Without you.









