to my journal:
Just like everything else in my past, I wish I could reach out to you and pull you back to me. I want to relive the best days and the worst days, all of them with you. I want to walk together again.
But time's past. Everything moves on and has moved on already. You're different now, and pulling you back to me would be robbing you of what you are.
I'm lonely without you, but I'll keep on living, and the better for having known you.
But time's past. Everything moves on and has moved on already. You're different now, and pulling you back to me would be robbing you of what you are.
I'm lonely without you, but I'll keep on living, and the better for having known you.