You come up in the strangest places. Driving reminds her most of you. Whenever she is driving home at night, or when she looks up at the sky, there’s always a single star. She smiles, puts her head down, closes her eyes, and knows deep in her heart that you’re still with her. You kept your promise. It’s a simple solace, but it’s one that she can always rely on. She thinks of you when she writes. She feels you running through her fingertips, igniting a fire in her hands. She thinks of you right before she closes her eyes every night. She thinks of you always. There is no escape, and sometimes, she doesn’t want one. Because sometimes, a life filled with painful memories of all that you gave her is better than never knowing you at all.
don’t stop crying over him.
I don’t look like I have an eating disorder. Like everything in the modern world, there’s a label for them. You’d better be able to see collarbones, thighs that don’t touch, arms with no fat, and a body with no curve. But unlike common opinion, eating disorders don’t have a certain look. Eating disorders could be smiling holding an ice cream cone on Instagram. Eating disorders could be dining in at an expensive steakhouse. Eating disorders could be grocery shopping in the cookie aisle. Eating disorders could look happy, but they aren’t. Eating disorders throw away that ice cream cone, eating disorders can’t finish the appetizer, eating disorders only fantasize about putting that box of cookies in its cart. Eating disorders can look one way, but come to find out, they are something else entirely.