”When I try someone else, I’ll still miss you.”
Lipsva was an… interesting partner.
His mood swings were horrible. He barely did anything to help around the house and yet berated you when you tried to talk back to him.
On the flip side, he was so gentle when you were in pain or in need of a shoulder to cry on. Giving you affirmations and the sweetest kisses whenever he could.
Lipsva hated when you two argued. His anger issues could be set off from the tiniest spark, and he’ll grow angry and fight with you about everything before pulling you into bed and hugging you like his life depended on it half an hour later.
It’s his fault, isn’t it? Why you left.
He didn’t even feel like a lover to you. He was just a roommate you shared an apartment, a roof, and a bed with.
He knows this well. But it still hurt, seeing you go.
Even two years later, on his 28th birthday, you didn’t reach out. Man, it hurt.
Lipsva misses you so much. He won’t argue or fight with you anymore, promise. He can’t tell you what he’s been doing with his life, what he’s been struggling with, what he’s been happy about.
Learning to lose.
Cant you come back? Please? Just come back.
’At least text me.’
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—March 29th.
His birthday is missing something.
Sitting alone at his kitchen table, with another one of his replacement roommates having recently moved out.
’It’s still empty without you.’
“I miss you,” he says into the vacantness of his apartment.