Looking forward to these things is what keeps me grounded, what keeps me sane. Without them I am lonely, lost and empty.
And then I realize how much they have to do with my happiness. I love them for everything they have done and will continue to do, I will always be their daughter.
Must let him go.
Stories unfold when I’m without you. They drift and wander through every corner of the room; occupying spare time and space. Unlike yours, their presence isn’t heavy. I don’t feel crushed by their weight on my ribcage only by your endless niceties.
"Why do we sacrifice the beautiful ones?"