i would love to get a tattoo if it wasn’t for the fact that i am the least decisive person ever and i would be struggling with such a decision forever
I burned it today. The bracelet. The one that tied me to you.
I’m not sure why I kept it this long in the first place, to be honest. I guess I was scared of letting go, no matter how many times I say that I’m over you. Because that was the thing that made me feel like I was part of something—knowing that if I was sad or alone, you were wearing yours, too. The one I made with love in every stitch, every fiber of my being.
I was just so sick of finding it everywhere, when I tried to carefully to get it out of my sight. So out came the matches.
You probably don’t even have yours anymore. You lost it, or burned it, or threw it away.
But if you do?
Don’t bother reaching out, or letting it remind you of all those possibilities you tore away.
There’s no one on the other end.