In other words, s/he cant steal your heart if someone else already has.
I'm rarely on this anymore. Sometimes I want to sit and write but I'm reminded of all those nights I hold confused, angry, and disappointed memories of... when i felt like this was my only way of speaking.
Now, it feels almost as if I'm changing to quickly to keep up with it. Also, that every time I do sit to write it becomes about this. About what I've gained and what I've lost.
I cannot remember a single time in the past 5 months, where I wrote about anything else or with anything else near in my mind.
I do know I will continue to come back though. On random nights where I want to speak, I'll always have this. because this is where I started. This is where it all started. Where i sat that first night, week, month when words were all I could find.
I'm determined for it to be where I go the night I once again feel the way I never got to explain. And in the archive, are my very own loose thoughts. My ups, my downs all waiting for a spark of small return called happiness. Called comfort. Months of change, and left out struggles to simply live missing apart of the person I love most. Myself.
