Not Quite Broken
I love him, dearly, desperately, hopelessly, but I no longer know if he loves me. He spends all his time with her, the other woman.
She is beautiful. I have even heard him tell her so. He never tells me that anymore, even though I’m the one who is his girlfriend, not her.
I still love the way his big brown eyes sparkle, even though these days they sparkle most when he talks about her. I still love the gentle way he used to hold me, even though that hasn’t happened in a very long time. I still love the way he used to listen to me, to soak in every word I would say as if my thoughts were the only thing in the world that mattered to him, but he doesn’t listen anymore.
His eyes have become distant, his words callous and hurtful. I think my place in his heart has been taken by another.
I know I should make him leave now, let him go, but I can’t. The hurt that tears at my heart is already far too real, and as of yet, my heart is still not quite broken.