How is that everyone else seems to be thriving, and some how we’ve failed? No. Not we. You.
Love is a choice, it is a choice you make day after day, through good times and bad. Somewhere along the way you decided to stop trying, and I can’t make you try. And that kills me. I have never stopped choosing you. Even now.
Why is that the people who have gone through no shit, that they’re buying houses, having babies, having happy vacations? And us, who have been through plane crashes, and shootings, and investigations - we’ve failed. Our shit scale is so high, and yet this shit could break me in half.
Walking away is easy. Not talking about it is easy. You, point blank, are a coward.