When I go there, they still hold me like they never want to let go.
I still push them away.
I'm still getting used to that feeling. Holding on to someone forever.
Something I still can't bring myself to do.
It hurts so much more when you expect them there forever and the next moment they are gone.
Before you even had a chance for forever to really begin.
Four years of bliss, six years of unhappiness.
The decision seems easy, but it's really not.
I am drawn to that spot.
The cold, lonely spot with the sad trees and the smell of death.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Hello..this is my blog. I bought this fancy theme and I don't know what to write here just yet. Maybe one day remind me I have to write something inspiring here?