its been 17 days since you left, i've been feeling a new kind of pain.
Its an empty pain, it doesn't numb me because i feel it but it doesn't hurt when i reflect on it, its not an ache and its not a misery.
This pain is not a passing thunderstorm, but an infinite drizzle.

Its a pain i've never felt before but we have something that i've never had before, i'm not willing to give it up.
I'd much rather us grow apart, and gain the necessary life experiences that'll draw us back together, instead of forcing something that'll cause me to grieve more in the future.
What'll be, will be. Hopefully, maybe.







i hope not.