breakups hurt more when they were never even yours to begin with

we point our guns at each other. i can feel the tears burning in my eyes and my legs wanting to collapse at his feet. fuck.

in this moment, all i want is for him to know that i haven’t let myself love someone like i did for him. the closest thing i’ve felt to love anyways. i wish that was enough.

i want to put the gun down, but what if he doesn’t? i cannot give myself to him like that.

“maybe in a different world?”

“maybe.”