Maybe I’ll begin applying expiration dates to people I let into my life. If someone is there for too long they become a part of my existence. When they go I don’t know who I am anymore. I still don’t know when I’ll know me again. You took half my puzzle pieces. Nothing else fits.
So I’m thinking about allowing a year before letting go. Perhaps I can put a year of me back together easier than 5 years. Or maybe I’ll just keep disappearing little by little until nothing remains but confusion.