There was a time where I thought the world revolved around you. As though my existence was solely dependent on you being my center of gravity. A frame of mind that survival was for a life that was not my own, but for us.
I know now how wrong that was. The way I loved you, and the way you loved me back.
As if you’d be there always, and forever. As though love was supposed to be painful and a symbol of triumph. That forgiveness was mandatory even when my heart wasn’t healed.
We built a statue, I just didn’t know it was made of ruins.