I Do Not Miss Him Anymore
He is nonexistent here, only alive in my memory.
And I want to keep him there.
He is nonexistent here, only alive in my memory.
And I want to keep him there.
Let’s run barefoot
through this little town, lets race
along the edge of the highway,
our soles leaving paths behind us.
“Together we are proving the power of dance music knows no bounds.”
I wish you’d tell me that you’re sorry. That you didn’t mean the words you said without thinking, that you’d take them back if you could. That all the pain you’ve caused will heal because you never wanted it to be this way, and that you’re longing for my forgiveness. But I know you won’t.
I heard from you. For the first time in ages.
And when I did, I stopped everything.
Growing up is in so many ways like running in circles. As soon as you master one thing, there’s something else that needs your attention and as much as you feel like you’re getting somewhere, sometimes you just feel lost.
Each page of this journal speaks truths that ache as I reread them. Truths that take my breath away with their honesty and clarity, with their perfect descriptions of what it means to be in love.
Change leads you to places, to people, to opportunities, to a life you never pictured. It shows you ways that your life can be different from the one you had before; it shows you what kind of person you are, one that is even stronger than you thought.
On Tuesday mornings, I imagine us, curled between blankets, close enough that both our noses and toes could touch.
I love the simple things about this world. The itty bitty parts that make you, you. That make loving you so beautiful. That make this big, complex world so simple.