Waking up to an empty bed is an everyday routine. But not seeing the soul I fell in love with is unusual to me.
I wish forgetting your place in my life was as easy for me as it has been for you. I wish walking away would’ve been my decision instead of yours.
I’m not good at forgetting the way I had loved so fiercely, feeling comforted by those stars, those lights thousands of feet below.
I remember when I first saw you. I remember the butterflies and time standing still and not being able to take my eyes off of you.
I haven’t been acting the way sad people are supposed to act. I’m still working. I’m still hanging out with friends. I’m still smiling. I’m still laughing. I’m still making something of my life.
Healing is understanding your pain. Respecting your pain. Looking it dead in the eyes and understanding why you feel the way you do.
There will forever be people in my life who do not have good intentions for me. I know that now.
Mornings seem to have a different feeling, they feel like a new beginning. The sense of silence, when the world is still waiting to come to life, we feel fresh, we feel light weighted and tranquil.
It’s crazy how someone can change your life by their departure.
The art of forgetting you
The pain, the torment
The lust, the love
All of you…
That is an art form I have not mastered yet.