Sometimes we hold onto memories because they are so goddamn precious. But that’s all that they are in the end. Nothing but memories and ashes of what was. So let’s make new memories to forget the old, watch new sunrises and new sunsets. Send new selfies and make new video calls. Screen shot new messages and dial new numbers. Read new poems and write even, so that someday soon, you can look at the sky and think not of him, but of you, and all the dead stars you wished upon tonight hoping to forget the old and find the new.
She Was Sea 