I was in love once, long ago. It was tumultuous, passionate, toxic. If I had only known about attachment theory back then...him avoidant/dismissive, myself anxious/preoccupied.
He had a pattern. Infatuation and lust, then he would grow distant, I would question it and he would break it off. I would spend a couple months devasted and heartbroken, then just as I was starting to scrape myself back off the ground he would reappear. And apologize and profess his love again. I fell back in every time.
He did this 7 times. I let him do this to me 7 times.
I was working at a bodega in Detroit, the very place I first met him. One day, months after a split, he appeared in the shop again. My stomach dropped as he walked in the door. He leaned against the wooden platform that sat in the windows, backlit and hazy. He said he was in a coffee shop and heard that song. I came up to meet you, tell you I'm sorry, you don't know how lovely you are. I had to find you, tell you I need you...tell you I set you apart.
Nobody said it was easy
It's such a shame for us to part
Nobody said it was easy
No one ever said it would be this hard
Oh, take me back to the start
The last time was this day 5 years ago.
Patrick Delaney
2022-09-11 10:53:58 +0000 UTCMatt Austin
2022-09-10 23:00:11 +0000 UTC