Blue Envelopes

Growing With My Own Seeds

Growing With My Own Seeds

Falling out of love was never been so easy.

I couldn't imagine those mornings without your scent in my bedsheet where we slept most of the night. To wake up without any excitement of getting text messages from you. To face the crestfallen clouds in my window and to sip a cup coffee alone. I couldn't imagine those nights of staying awake and ended sleeping without any beat inside of my chest. Of contentedly scrolling through my phone for the whole day and to read a book to escape this nightmare.

But time let me heal and grow day by day. I used to live those mornings and nights all by myself. I used to be happy with the mornings without your scent and any text messages. The crestfallen clouds became fascinating. I could even sip a cup of coffee without imagining of you in front of me. I used to enjoy my own company. I used to live my life without no one beside me.

And if falling out of love is the only way to be happy with myself, then I'm willing to face it.

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