

Everyone leaves. That’s just a fact of life. People love you, make you feel loved. They make you feel safe and loved and accepted. They make you their moon and their stars and proclaim it for all the universe to hear. 

Then one day, when you get comfortable, you trust. You feel like you can let go. Be yourself and just fall madly, deeply in love with them. Just when you think you’ve found someone who would never abandon you, they do. 

You are no longer safe and loved and accepted. You are no longer their moon and stars. They leave you alone and that’s what you were meant to be. Alone. 

Alone to die. Alone to writhe in agony. Alone to remember all the things they’ve done. All alone. 

You will always be alone.

You will be sad. Then you’ll be mad. Not mad, enraged. Engulfed in flame and fire and hate. How dare they leave you, you say. You’ll want them to die, to scream, to feel just a fraction of anguish that they had gift wrapped just for you. 

Then one day, you’ll feel nothing. You’ll feel nothing when you go wake up, eat breakfast, and go to work. You’ll feel nothing. Because that’s absolutely what you are: Nothing. 