Sorry I Missed You

by Suzy Krause

But when you’re really hoping for something, and when that hope takes up so much space inside your rib cage that it’s hard to eat or breathe in, you have to dismiss the things that make sense to make room for it. It’s a survival thing.

Too bad how the end of something could ruin the beginning and middle of it.

Faint, shallow ditches surrounded by several finer ones that had appeared over the past couple of years, scratched into her face by some invisible hand while she slept.

“Just one of those moments, you know, where you have no new information, but your brain rearranges all of what you do have and it suddenly makes sense.” Sunna nodded, her eyes wide.

That just because someone leaves you, that doesn’t mean that you are not still perfectly fine and valuable, and it definitely doesn’t mean you should leave yourself.