The remnants of the past can be so addictive like the moon waning the tides, and you, alone in dark places with painful stories, longing to walk by the shore, to feel the warm embrace of the breeze, to listen the melancholic sound of the waves until the dawning light appears before your eyes, to find an escape for you are caught in the middle of the ocean and the sky.
You pulled me closer to your life, you showed me the world of what it looks like with you in my arms, you made me believed for a moment that I could only see in my dreams, then all of a sudden you asked for space.
You were once mine. You were a dream then a reality, now just a memory. I accept it, even it's hard to do, but I have to let you go, to let you see the world without me, to let me find the missing piece of this heart, that I thought I found in you