When you love the version of yourself you grew into with a particular person, when they leave, do you stay put so you can stay intact the way they left you? Because moving even an inch would mean growing without them and becoming someone they would never know again. Would you want to become someone the person you loved never gets to know?
But.
What good is staying waiting for a train that may never come? And what good is leaving if it means forgetting what made you happy? Lastly, what good is writing about lost love, when it only spirals you into devastation.
She Was Sea 