Whenever I glance over the times we’ve
shared, I’m pulled and tugged in opposite directions. I’m torn between the
desire to let you go, because that would probably mean that I am able to
finally start searching for the happiness I yearn for, and the reluctance to
let you go because it is the only light I have left of you; knowing you are
still alive.
I’m really struggling to be where I am
because of all those moments we shared; it all kept me together and sane. Knowing now that they are nothing more than memories kicks me down and reduce me to a blank state of mind where all I do is search.
Whether it be on the bus, train, or just
wandering around, tears fester in the corners of my eyes as I fight my hardest
to not show the pain that has put my life at its expense.
Time is wasted trying to grab onto all these precious, fleeting moments. Knowing that I cannot ever relive them again, or experience any of that with you, it honestly breaks my heart.
Time is wasted trying to grab onto all these precious, fleeting moments. Knowing that I cannot ever relive them again, or experience any of that with you, it honestly breaks my heart.