“I’m afraid we’ll be one of the ones who miss each other their entire life.”
I’m starting to remember how to be alone. Everyday I give a few words lesser. It’ll be a word soon. Then, it’ll be nothing.
My grip is loosening. I can’t hold on much longer and I don’t want to anymore. The heart needs a rest. If it’s a dark abyss I’ll fall into, at least my hands aren’t tired anymore.