“Nothing takes the taste out of peanut butter, quite like unrequited love.” -Charles M. Shulz
In truth, the lightening in the wide space above me could not take from the sky what you have taken from me. In desperation, I allowed the tears to melt through the perfect layer of paint I carefully caked onto my face to be exactly who you wanted to see every morning in my place. In disbelief, I wrapped my hands around my thumbs and beat them emphatically against the walls, as if the truth had evaded itself– or somehow left me physically bruised. With the brunt of my broken heart completely exposed, I cried out with the most desperate part of myself, in all honesty, if you must know.