Skinny Love

emma

6:59 PM

It's been three hundred and thirteen days, but I finally deleted his number and forgot his middle name and I moved away because I still remembered that twelve grain toast with cinnamon sugar was his favorite thing to eat for breakfast.

I don't know what he's up to, but I stopped calling four months ago because he stopped caring about the fact that I needed him and I realized that love doesn't fix a broken person and that a puzzle isn't complete just because two pieces fit together. My waist is still too thin and food still doesn't taste as good as it should and I still talk out loud to myself, but nobody else has wanted to put up with those things like Davis did and I shouldn't compare other boys to him because he wasn't like other boys. Maybe he is now.

Maybe he still isn't.

It's been three hundred and thirteen days, but a letter just came.
♠ ♠ ♠
"Pour a little salt, we were never here."
Skinny Love, Bon Iver