The silence was uncomfortable before, but it isn’t anymore. No more do I feel like a burst dam every time we lock eyes, although sometimes I do. Now we can withstand silences and I no longer see something so out of reach.

Although you shattered me, I now look into your eyes and smile slightly. I smile slightly at what was. What was is a wonderful thing.

Although the pain was immense and made it hard for me to breath. Although that darkness still lurks within me, it’s quieter now.

Now that uncomfortable silence is slightly more comfortable. I can say more openly, that loving you, was the most exquisite form of self distruction.