Going on a night out and running into your ex is certainly something we all dread. But what strikes in the most cunning way is when that happens, and you truly realize how much stranger you’ve become from a person who was once your world. The resentment you’ve held vanishes for just a second, enough for you to dwell on what is certainly lost forever. It’s okay to acknowledge these losses and maybe even okay to enjoy the silence of these moments because life has its way of showing you what the world can be even without them.
For a split second, all the distance I put between us slipped away, and I craved that familiar face, touch, and way.
But it wasn’t there. Now, I face my consequences. Why do we let go and still want to hold on? Why is the heart so dumb?
Why do I stay and stare at doors I’ve closed behind? Why do I have the impulse to go back to everything I’ve run away from? Why can’t I fully let go?
She Was Sea 