drft.

I just wonder who taught you how to love, and who it was that forgot to tell you that this part, this doesn't work, is the difference between a puzzle and a mess, is the moment between a gently worn heart and a broken neck. I just wonder who it was that taught you that this part is okay, that this is how to handle those who let you love them, after you're done.

And I remember who it was that taught me that this is how to take it, that this is how to keep saying yes even if it makes your face cringe, get all ugly with wrinkles, a foreshadowing of what's to come years down the line when you will have said yes to one thousand too many, when you will be waking alone in a bed alone, wishing somebody in the world would keep you up with his snoring, or mumbling, whatever noise keeps him from being the perfect man, but keeps him yours.

I remember when you taught me how to cry myself to sleep, reminded me I deserved it. I remember who it was that taught me how to love, and I remember you, whispering sweet "you're nothings," reminding me that if given the chance, only take.