You can make new friends, in a new city, and live a life so full that you don’t miss your past. You’re allowed to be happy.
So after we part one day in that place where lovers part, I won’t chase after your voice, trying to feel something that no longer exists
When you lose someone, you don’t just lose them once. You lose them every single day, you lose them slowly.
This is me accepting that sometimes beautiful things end. This is me coming to terms with the fact that sometimes leaving is an act of love, too. That sometimes you have to walk away from something soft and hauntingly real, that sometimes hearts don’t align.
I countdown week after week, getting tired more and more
That’s also why, when we’re struggling to let go, the way forward is holding on even tighter.
The world is a scary place, and knowing what to believe in is even scarier at times. But as terrifying and lonely as things might seem, there is more beauty than people choose to see. Around every corner, surrounding every encounter, and between every moment, there is beauty. You just need to take a moment to find it, and hold on to it until the next.
You find yourself speculating what it would be like to be like the others. To move on without looking back, to listen to that particular song without tears streaming down your cheeks, to delete the photos of a time when everything was perfect in a heartbeat. You miss the ones who broke your heart.
What do you collect? I collect wine corks, art supplies, cycling swag, puppy love kisses, trucker hats and tank tops. I also have a collection of special adoptions from Iraq, Turkey, Dubai, and my time spent while overseas.
I hope you can say that you made the most of this life. I hope you can say that you lived.