be here.
DISCLAIMER:
due to too many people questioning.. it was Tanner i went back to.
sometimes, you need closure.
so i went back.
sunday night, i knew i had to go.
so i did. and i stopped and talked to him for an hour or so. layed down on the lifeless grass and cried a lot more than i should have. but im human too, and far from perfect.
maybe it was something in the stars, but it went abnormally right.
at one point it felt so wrong.. that it had to be right.
i wish you could just let go of someone, but you cling on to the smallest most insignificant memory or moment. thats all any of us have of him anymore, right? memories, pictures and a scar or two.
its almost like im excreting pointless words.
words that mean next to nothing.
yet i still write and write and write.
about something that is nothing to anyone but me, and a person that is now only a memory.
id give anything for ten more minutes with the man that once served as one of my best friends..
its 3:30 in the morning. why do i do this?
goodnight.
"but life is mostly scars and souvenirs"
due to too many people questioning.. it was Tanner i went back to.
sometimes, you need closure.
so i went back.
sunday night, i knew i had to go.
so i did. and i stopped and talked to him for an hour or so. layed down on the lifeless grass and cried a lot more than i should have. but im human too, and far from perfect.
maybe it was something in the stars, but it went abnormally right.
at one point it felt so wrong.. that it had to be right.
i wish you could just let go of someone, but you cling on to the smallest most insignificant memory or moment. thats all any of us have of him anymore, right? memories, pictures and a scar or two.
its almost like im excreting pointless words.
words that mean next to nothing.
yet i still write and write and write.
about something that is nothing to anyone but me, and a person that is now only a memory.
id give anything for ten more minutes with the man that once served as one of my best friends..
its 3:30 in the morning. why do i do this?
goodnight.
"but life is mostly scars and souvenirs"