Life Is Pain

I miss that golden that golden glow in the morning.

I also miss the nervousness of waiting. A positive beam of energy that shot through my phone.

I wish I could hate you for not feeling the same, but I can't. I just want you to be happy.

I remember reading a saying when I was a child, I've never forgot it, but back then I never understood. I finally understand it now :

"If you love something, set it free. If it returns, it was always yours. If it doesn't, it was never yours to begin with"

A broken soul always remains cracked, it makes you think twice about potential decisions that cracked it in the first place

A healing hand can hide the cracks but not take them away

Let go. Watch it sail away. Know that you tried. Turn around and leave with minor sadness. Or