There is no understanding pain, or the ache that our hearts hold. At times it shakes the very soul, and on others, it shatters us as a whole. When I look at you I remember things, things that I cannot imagine ever letting go. I have held you in my arms for too long to know what leaving and living means. It’s a door I walk myself through, to only end up with more doors that lead me to you. Your voice is in its own frequency of my mind. It is soldiered by a composition of human matter that form the very meticulous detail of a smile. Mine, for you.
I have held you in my arms for too long and I'm afraid that I may never learn to let go.
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