I can feel myself letting go of you.
Once my gut started to tell me something was wrong, I smothered that instinct.
It’s so hard to remember that things will never go back to the way they were. I will never again hold your hand, touch your face, run my hands through your hair. I may never even look at you in the flesh again.
You go through old Facebook photos, pretending that the person in the pictures is the same person you know today, but it’s not.