moving to dallas was hard, but we had done it together. you’ve sacrificed so much just to support me in my dream of the wnba, but i shouldve seen it coming, it was so much to handle

so we fought, you broke up with me about a week ago, during that time i gave you the apartment and i rented out a airbnb, but today i was driving back to the apartment that used to be called our home, to pick up my clothes

as i drove so many thoughts flooded my headspace, our memories, if this is really what you wanted, or if you were just pretending to not need me or think about us.

i finally got to the apartment and knocked, you opened up and i look down at you as you do

“hey.” i say on an exhale