I’ve spent so long carrying this crazy anger around in my heart, convincing myself that it meant I had let go, yet anger and hatred are a kind of attachment in themselves. I had to at least try to let go of that, move on. And I’m sorry for how I’ve hurt you as well. Maybe that’s a part of growing up for me as well. Growing up, growing apart. We never really thought it would be real.
We were never destined for a galaxy together
I often find myself a host for pain
I remember when we spoke of fires
Once there was a young girl who lived in a small cottage. Every day, she’d look out her window, and plan all the adventures she’d go on. She imagined all the places she’d visit, someday, when she was old enough.