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I wonder if he sometimes feels stuck in the past like I do. I wonder if he starts to count the days from when we last spoke. I wonder if he fills those days with memories of us so he can feed his loneliness—is he alone?
This is me understanding that just because things have to end doesn’t make them any less meaningful.
Wanderlust boy, always wondering about what’s next while still keeping his feet on the ground, full of fears but never allowing them to control him. The warmth in his smile, his touch, was as genuine as his outstanding mind.
I will no longer agonize on what could have been, but instead I will comfort the idea of what could be if I just give myself a chance. Today, I am letting go.
I don’t have a clear vision of what my future will look like, but I do have an idea of what I should do in order to be successful, in order to be happy.
Overall I want something real — not the perfect love story that we see in the movies, but rather a love that will become my home for life.
You are art yourself, you could be the one to paint colors never seen before into other people’s minds.
