#andsowhat
2 pages and too many ashes.
The smell of smoke still lingering in the air.
And so another piece of my life falls.
And I don't know where to go from here.
I read back, looking at old texts.
Searching for the moment when things changed. And I found it.
And even if I never recreate the better part of myself.
Those conversations, those meaningful stories, that friendship will always exist.
I mean... it's the eternal bond we share.
I try not to write in past tense. Like there's a chance to be okay again.
And there is.
There always will be.
Because I will never look back and be bitter. I'll look back with a smile.
Because I was honest... and that is the best I can do.
I'll never shut you out.
But we have to meet halfway do we not?
I'm here.
Apr 21, 2017
Apr 21, 2017 at 7:22 PM UTC