I wish you knew that some days I lose that battle.
This is what it is to love with everything we have, hard and fast and with our whole hearts.
There is this hole inside of me. I think I was born with it. I think it is meant to be there forever.
With rapid change hurling itself in our direction at full speed, what if we choose instead to explore, reflect, inspect, and question what is happening?
We can learn from pain, to never place our hand in the fire twice. But we are often foolish, either forgetting the sensation or attempting to feel the flame in a different way, always yielding the same result, always burning.
I will hold onto the memory I’ve constructed of you in my mind, for as long as I can, because it’s all that I have.
I am discovering that despite how much I have changed, the things that once moved me remain recognizable.