Friday, April 8, 2011


The smallest moments tend to be what kill me the most.
Like when he had to drive me home,
and I reached over to hold his free hand while his other was on the steering wheel,
and he just looked at me and said,
" that’s exactly what I had in mind."
It was such a small, minor moment, but it killed me you know?
Because it’s the smallest moments that carry the weight of everything you thought your relationship was based on.
It’s what you made you think you could go on for very long time.
It’s what made you think he could never break your heart.

Except,he did...because that same exact moment told him he could. Because it was the same exact moment that made you your most vulnerable.

p/s: where were you when everything was falling apart?