Wordless #7

"You leaving wasn't end of the world."

I thought it was. That day you left, I thought it was the end of the world. But I eventually stopped crying and I got up off the floor and I woke up the next morning. It was not the end of the world, the sun had not exploded, nor had the continents been swallowed by the ocean.

I thought you leaving was the end of the world, and maybe it was, in a way, you leaving was the end of that world, that world with you and me in it, together. I think that world still exists, just not here. But in this world I got out of bed and chose to wore a blue shirt and shorts and I made myself a coffee for breakfast and when I checked my phone and I didn't have a text from you, maybe it because I already blocked you :') it feel like the end of the world all over again.

I cannot tell you how many times it felt like the end of the world, like when I saw your face again and there was a vacant of feeling. I went home that day and I cried so hard I forgot to breathe. But I got up again and washed my face and I went on with my life because the world doesn't stop just because you broke my heart. The world doesn't work that way. If your heart is broken that is your problem and you have to find a way to make your own chest stop burning because the earth is going to keep revolving around the sun and time doesn't have just keep going onward.