skeletons

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this was where you grew up. we were sitting on the dirty grass. the words we wanted to say hung in the air, i wanted to say something, i wanted you to say something. i liked you and maybe i still do, maybe i will always do. and maybe we could have found a way, but it always ended with us breaking each others hearts and promises. through the glimmering lights, whispers in the dark, subtle touches, we built a future. but you took that all away. no goodbyes, no apologies, you just left. but i do miss you, every day.

it isn't about being rescued.
it's about letting go. and being let go.