Abbey Lee Kershaw in Maison Martin Margiela for Vogue China
“I wish things had been different. In so many ways, really. I wish when we argued, I had stopped to tell you what you meant to me before you said those harsh words. I wish you had done the same. I wish I hadn’t been so sensitive and I wish you hadn’t been so cruel at that time. I wish you hadn’t told me you didn’t know if you wanted us anymore and I wish I hadn’t given up on you because of it. I wish you had tried to let me back in when I begged you to stay and I wish I hadn’t begged. I wish you hadn’t acted so petty at the end and had faced me for what you did. I wish I hadn’t let you act like you did nothing. I wish you had ran after me and told me you loved me. I wish things had been different for us, the different endings that I imagined could have led to us still being together today. But something went wrong. We’re in that universe where we made the wrong decisions and took the path we weren’t supposed to take. And in some parallel universe, maybe we worked out, maybe we reached our happy ending. And the current me would still do anything to get to that ending. But perhaps this was the best ending, even if it still hurts like hell. You never chased after me and I never cried for you to stay again.”
— it’s been seven months.
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