love

Love is the thing.

It’s the thing that makes you feel like you’re flying higher than anything else in the world; like you’re the best person on the entire planet. Like you’re the best fucking thing ever.

But it’s also the thing that can leave you shattered and raw worse than any accident, that can cut you and leave you bleeding worse than any knife.

I’m 4 and a half thousand miles from home, and my partner doesn’t love me anymore. For all my stuff about feeling like home and being welcomed by her friends I feel completely alone and lost. I don’t know what to do. I just feel shattered. I love her still, but I look into her face and I know she doesn’t love me.