Moving On From Adele

I gave myself a cigarette burn the day I told him I still loved him. It was an accident, smoking through tears is always a risky move. But it worked like a marker, a circle echoing the eclipse above. Something to remember my bravery by. A physical mark to heal alongside my finally-letting-go heart.
He said no. He didn’t want me back, he didn’t love me. It was a rejection even if it was a nice one. How can he not love me? I wondered as I walked back to my apartment, lit by the light