The thoughts and realization of how enchanted a relationship could be. The hard feelings of another book chapter should be opened after you finished the last one. Again, no matter how bad you wanted to go back, only the memories that remain stayed. It’s suffocating how past longing of every chapters finished swimming around through the ceiling, running and dancing along with the air you couldn’t catch.
How and hows. People don’t need to feel the guilt for leaving but this suffocates me. People come and go but this cuts me to the deep end that doesn’t even existed. They said we are connected. They said we are as strong as the roots.
Through the roots we build a story. Through the empty rod we trace a legacy. And through the leaves we grow memories.
