Why Do Our Goodbyes Never Last?
Is it the way we’re completely different that inculcates this insane, unexplainable connection?
Is it the way we’re completely different that inculcates this insane, unexplainable connection?
I could sit here and list everything I remember and ache to relive, but the truth is that I miss the entirety of your being. Every bit of you — the excellent, the awful, and everything else in between.
You may not be my final destination. Why worry about that anyway, when this journey is perhaps far more beautiful and enchanting?
No one tells you that a part of you dies when your roads separate, plunging the very fork that arrives in your path straight into your heart.
There are videos on YouTube that I skip past now. There are playlists on Spotify I haven’t frequented in weeks. There are words that used to fill me with joy that I can no longer hear without feeling stabbed in the heart.