I refuse to actually say goodbye to you. We will still speak to each other from the miles apart. There is nothing left for us to think of. No more bed to share or cold winter apartment. I am myself now. You are finally beginning to find yourself. And that's all that matters. You will find love, find life, and breath in yourself. The warm sun and your voice. Beautiful voice. That is who you are, Amber. Free and full of new chances. Second chances. A brand new chapter. I will miss you, but I've missed you for months. This won't change anything. We are growing apart. It happens. It already happened. I just wish you the best, the worst, the challenging, the happiness, the growth. Tree sap and fossilize us.
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