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Illustrating My First 30 Days of a Breakup
I’m not gonna lie, the artwork ain’t pretty
It’s the silence that gets me. My phone has become a paper weight.
They’re just, suddenly, unavailable. The person who you go to with your news, good or bad. The person you want to share your day with, rest your head on their shoulder, feel their hand stroke your ears and hair. Hear them call you darling in their soft British accent.
Instead it’s just silent. Just you and your thoughts, ruminating over those last conversations, the last moments with them. What could you have changed? How could things have been different?
Everything reminds me of them. Everywhere I go, we’ve been there together. It’s like their scent lingers in the air.
I made these drawings before I learned that I’m anxiously attached. With it comes an immense sense of longing, wishing for what was, even though I know it wasn’t working.
