Fortunately time heals all things.
The teacher was trying to condition them. He was trying to get them ready for disappointments far worse than coloring outside of the line.
I have to practice what I preach, and leave this baggage behind me. I have to join the masses and masses of people who just simply have the fundamental understanding that things end.
You felt so much for me, and I was still holding on to something else. I never got the time to heal, I never got to give you the love and compassion you deserved.
I don’t want to block out my friends just because they associate with you. But ignorance is bliss and I can never forget that.
I would sit on the train and look at the faces of the people sitting around me and wonder if they were hopelessly waiting on someone as well.
I’ll call you because your voice is the only thing I need after a long day. Not a cold beer, not a relaxing sofa, just a phone and you on the other end.
At 11:59 I begin to miss the Snapchats I used to receive from you. I begin to miss your little hands, and your brown hair. At 11:59 I suddenly remember what the perfume you used to put on smells like. I compare the scent of your perfume to the girl standing in front of me looking into my eyes because she wants me to be her new year’s kiss, and it doesn’t suffice.
It no longer becomes a battle to wake up thinking about what you were desperately trying to forget the night before. All the apathy and indifference you once displayed towards anything that didn’t have to do with her eventually goes away.
I wish I had some way to thank you. If I did I would thank you for showing me how it feels to be loved. You came into my life in a time where I felt no one could love me but yet you somehow did. And I know I never got to call you my girlfriend, but at least your heart was mine.