You remind me of every mistake I was too afraid to make.
I don't know where this leaves me now. This is like standing in front of your living room window and watching all the seasons slip by in the course of a moment. Forever gone in less than a second. I don't know if you've noticed yet, but time simply makes everything seem fleeting until we've already forgotten what we promised we'd never forget. It's funny how selective our memories become. How the past clouds over until it's nearly impossible to distinguish the shapes of the feelings that were once so familiar or the outline of your smilethe sound of your voice. It all fades. Then all that's left is a vague sense of regret for every opportunity that slipped out of my grasp before I even had a good enough hold. It's foolish to believe that if you love something enough to let it go, it'll come back. It won't. Life doesn't really work that way. It's just gone. And now you need to find something new to love. To try to hold on to. For a while at least.
You remind me that the reasons our hearts beat can also make them break.
We're reckless because we're young. We've let ourselves believe that nothing can hurt as much as what we've already seenthat every piece of ourselves that we give away, we can get back just as easily. But soon, we'll figure out that's not the case. That sometimes falling in love just means bracing for the painful crash. It's not something that will save you. Even when you want it to. And maybe, it's a feeling that could last forever. But some of the time isn't all of the time so every movement, every meeting, every minute is a riska chance to take. The next few sentences I say could change the course of my life forever. Or they could not matter since we're all just in love until we're not anymore. These feelings really are only fleeting. i swear it. i promise.
You remind me that things that fit can also fall apart.
There's nothing that keeps you here anymore. Every minute we've spent apart has eroded your edges and broken down your foundation until two things that once completed one another, now have no right to even be next to each other. Our surfaces are uneven. My fingers don't fit in the spaces between yours. We're broken down and broken up. Simply sad imitations of the people we used to be. I barely resemble me. And I certainly don't know you. This is the way people fall apart falling in love. It's such a ridiculous lie and we're all such beautiful liars. So I know I'm being dishonest when I say I don't know what to do without you, what to do when I'm all by myself, how to handle the silence that's settled in between our mismatched edges. Because this isn't true, I just don't know anything anymore--it has nothing to do with you.
You remind me of me and this completely scares me.