Because nothing was sacred. Not in this world. Not in stones. Not in trees. Not in legacies. Certainly not in love.

It’s having no foresight that makes the temporary unbearable.

Leaving yourself behind is the worst loss a person can know.

...but she kept on, trying to reshape the ugliness.

Couches and tables and beds don’t make a home. Home is where you feel less alone.

But sometimes, things are better to just hear. Some questions better left unasked. Some words better left unsaid. Because saying them doesn’t make you matter any less.

Fear of shadows was petty. Real fears lived outside the door.

In the darkness, she listened to the silence. She wallowed in the beautiful nothing it made.

The word goodbye stuck to her tongue. She wasn’t ready to say it. Because goodbye weighed more when forever hung off the end. And she wasn’t sure about forever. She wasn’t sure about anything. Except that, at that moment, she wanted to believe he would always be there. Even if it meant many years down the road. She needed to still have something to hold onto.

Despite her words about letting go, melancholy washed over her. Because words are easy and often thrown around with trite intentions.