If I missed just one person it would be so much easier, wouldn’t it? Instead, I’m surfing these waves of emotions not reminding me of one person, but everyone that’s come and gone in one way or the other. Time is poison. Time reminds you of things you otherwise thought held no value to you. Time adds value to the little moments you lived with one. Time doesn’t make it easy, time squashes you into emotional turmoil. Not you, me. Time does this to me.
The impossible task is forgiving myself for the things I let happen, and let go of. I can physically checkout in a flick of a heartbeat, but mentally, I stay there for years. I’m not able to leave. I can’t drag myself out of this mess I’ve woven in love and hate.
She Was Sea 