I am drowning, and as one period shuts its door forever, I am left in owe how much more I still need to learn. It doesn't get easier, not one bit. Every step seems harder and heavier, as if the weight of my every mistake was mocking my existence. I am far from perfect, and I stumble more often than I'd dare to admit, yet somehow against all odds I find beauty where there is none. My heart was broken, and I broke one in return, never truly grasping that I had the power to do so. I won't beg for your forgiveness, as you won't for mine, but know that I have changed so much because of you. You showed me that love does exists, and above all, that it is fragile. It can break in seconds, even if it took years to nurture and build. I hope that one day, when we meet again, we shall remember our time together with happiness and bliss. Until then, all I can do, all any of us can do, is simply move forward - one step at a time.
You said you knew the perfect place to run to. A place that was empty of people, and buildings, and far, far away. A place covered in blood-red earth and sleeping life. A place longing to come alive again. It's a place for disappearing, you'd said, a place for getting lost ... and for getting found. I'll take you there, you whispered. You took my hand and we ran as fast as we possibly could. The wind in our hair was a reminder that despite everything, we are still alive. We are still breathing. We are still fighting. But when he turned his back to the lights, he saw that the night was so dark., he couldn't even see the stars. The world felt as high as the depthless night sky and deeper than he could know. He understood, suddenly and keenly, that he was too small to run away, so he sat on the damp ground and cried. And cried. And cried.
