I have always thought that cutting my ties
with you would devastate me, would crumble me apart, would rip my heart out and let it trample on a sea bed of nails.

I have always thought of us as the chosen ones. That the years we had would forever be there, that our version of forever will linger for 8 more years.

I have always thought that your kisses will wake me up every morning and will doze me off every night.

I have always thought that your voice will forever sing me songs and lull me back to your arms.

But that is what they all are: *thoughts