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I think that’s the painful part, remembering our start. The innocence, the uncontained bliss, it’s such a contrast to now and I’m still stuck wondering how. How that chapter of my life is closed, how is it that we’ve become opposed? I think I believed we were indestructible, that our relationship wasn’t corruptible. It hurts most when I think about it, about us and all the things we said in unshakeable trust. Those words float now, detached, but unforgettable somehow. I keep asking, why? For when we were together we aimed for the sky. Here in the now, it’s much different. I no longer have the ability to call you up in an instant. We’ve grown apart, strayed so much from our start. We’ve grown up, but part of me is still fighting for what we had and I know I need to stop because I laugh, but the disconnect makes me sad. I can’t say I want to forget you, forget us because you were somebody who had my trust but things have changed and we’ve become estranged. I wish it were different, I don’t think you understand how much but somehow I’ve benefited, for now I’m my own crutch. So the goodbye is bittersweet. I know a part of me, in some aspect, will always be incomplete for a bond there was severed, but I do wish you luck with your future endeavors. I harbor no ill will, and we’ll meet again on some rainy day, accepting a passing fill. But we’ll know the truth, we’ll share a smile that holds a million memories from our youth and that’s what I’ll come to appreciate, I’ll carry those wonderful memories even if we don’t affiliate. We grow up, we change the future isn’t something we can arrange. We can only realize our choices, and follow through on this voyage. It’s messy, and beautiful, and can hurt like hell but on the bad things we can’t dwell. So the memories I’ll keep, locked away, just for the rainy day when I see you on the street.
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Apr 24, 2015
Apr 24, 2015 at 1:07 AM UTC
We'll Meet Again
I think that’s the painful part, remembering our start. The innocence, the uncontained bliss, it’s such a contrast to now and I’m still stuck wondering how. How that chapter of my life is closed, how is it that we’ve become opposed? I think I believed we were indestructible, that our relationship wasn’t corruptible. It hurts most when I think about it, about us and all the things we said in unshakeable trust. Those words float now, detached, but unforgettable somehow. I keep asking, why? For when we were together we aimed for the sky. Here in the now, it’s much different. I no longer have the ability to call you up in an instant. We’ve grown apart, strayed so much from our start. We’ve grown up, but part of me is still fighting for what we had and I know I need to stop because I laugh, but the disconnect makes me sad. I can’t say I want to forget you, forget us because you were somebody who had my trust but things have changed and we’ve become estranged. I wish it were different, I don’t think you understand how much but somehow I’ve benefited, for now I’m my own crutch. So the goodbye is bittersweet. I know a part of me, in some aspect, will always be incomplete for a bond there was severed, but I do wish you luck with your future endeavors. I harbor no ill will, and we’ll meet again on some rainy day, accepting a passing fill. But we’ll know the truth, we’ll share a smile that holds a million memories from our youth and that’s what I’ll come to appreciate, I’ll carry those wonderful memories even if we don’t affiliate. We grow up, we change the future isn’t something we can arrange. We can only realize our choices, and follow through on this voyage. It’s messy, and beautiful, and can hurt like hell but on the bad things we can’t dwell. So the memories I’ll keep, locked away, just for the rainy day when I see you on the street.
We've all lost someone, or multiple someones, but we've all experienced a loss of a friend, family member or lover. Whether it be to death, or the unforeseen dramas of life, we've all lost someone we thought we'd know forever. In the last year I had this happen, and I finally felt like getting it out on paper.
kiana-lynn
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Apr 24, 2015
Apr 24, 2015 at 1:07 AM UTC
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