But when that day comes where you can no longer compose anything. Where your days will no longer be filled with metaphors floating endlessly through your brain to your mouth. I would follow through and create poems for you.
But that’s okay. Because truth is there’s no certainty in anything at all. Truth is we’re always going to be a little bit lost. Truth is no one has it all figured out.
I may regret not saying these things when I had the chance but I do not regret you. We may not have a happy ending but I do not regret having chosen you to love.
I looked around and realized how we’re the only ones here. And this. I want to remember this forever.
Here’s to you who had the patience to listen to my endless and most random thoughts and I know I’m hard to put up with but you didn’t leave.
Because ending a relationship or setting someone free does not totally mean you’ve finally let them go. That’s just you trying to convince yourself that you’re actually moving on when in fact you’re not. Because how does one really let go of someone that easily?
But no matter how much this breaks me, you know I would still choose you in a heartbeat.