Some people never really leave.
They exist in the spaces between your thoughts,
in the songs you skip but never delete,
in the way your hands still reach for someone who isn’t there.
Maybe it’s not even them you miss,
maybe it’s who you were when they were around that you grieve.
The version of you that still believed they’d always stay.
But life moves on, even when you’re not ready.
Even when parts of you is still standing in the past,
waiting for a door that will never open again.
The worst part about losing someone you love is that you don’t really lose them.
The memories,
The love you have for them,
The sound of their laughter ingrained in your heart,
It all stays.
Like a ringing in your ears you try to ignore,
but you can never seem to shake.
It floods your head until nothing else can occupy your brain.
The worst part about losing someone,
isn’t the losing,
It’s the pieces that remain.
评论：
烫手的冰: 面对，不一定最难过;孤独，不一定不快乐;得到，不一定能长久.
走自己的路，让别人说去吧，，，: 国外的
Lanqi: 写得真好，太真实了
