I dream about you and hope you’re happy.
I miss us.
And I understand. I understand why people hold hands: I’d always thought it was about possessiveness, saying ‘This is mine’. But it’s about maintaining contact. It is about speaking without words. It is about I want you with me and don’t go.
I struggle to sleep, and then when I finally fall asleep, I struggle to wake up.
And I don’t know which one is worse.
At some point, you have to realize that some people can stay in your heart but not in your life.
“When the time comes to leave, just walk away quietly and don’t make any fuss.”
— Banksy, Wall and Piece (via books-n-quotes)