I hurt you when I didn’t choose you. But your heart’s not the only broken thing here. When I did that, I broke mine, too. I broke it in places I can’t name. In angles too complex for repair. I broke my heart so bad that now—I just couldn’t use it to love properly.
This is why I’m trying to be better at choosing. This time, I’m picking the periphery. Instead of existing at the center of your life, I am putting myself by the side—just like all those years.
This time, I hope it’ll work. Cause I just don’t want to break you again. Ever.