I would have never learned to color my own sky blue it would have stayed blue
If you had called.
I would have become accustomed to a familiar voice and not create one in my head jostled sounds to create comfort
If I had known you’d vanish.
I would have visited called you myself and told you goodbye.
- the heartbreak was not that you left, but the way you left -Chloe Aldecoa
The incessant posing of, "what if?" It haunts a deep sleep, drives your mind around mountains until you have reached a conclusion, but there isn't one. Living life on the "what if" can be joyous, but only if you turn that "what if" into an '"I can."