An Excerpt From a Book I'Ll Never Write 2

I knew that while happiness is warm and filling and makes me feel whole for once in my life, it is ultimately fleeting and fragile, a paper thin glass box. I remember thinking about how much I deserved you, how much you deserved me, how we did not deserve each other. It seems to me that we were not hiding away from the rest of the world, more blinded from reality, grasping onto a sliver of lingering hope that everything works out in the end. It took me up until now to learn how to build myself an armored heart. To put myself in a cage that keeps you and your multiverses out of my life. It dawns on me that everything in my life has a part of you left, whether it be the smell of you on a pillow that I hide under my bed, or the faint scuff mark on the floor in front of my door from the day you walked out.