Music is love, in rhythm.

And finally, you reach that calm stage where you don't chase, don't complain, don't expect, you just live, accept, and smile through whatever life brings.

“It hurts that I still write like you’re somewhere, still reading.”

They say you're just in love with their memories and not them anymore. But imagine the depths of my love, even in your absence it still finds a way to reach you. Even in your absence it finds it's way in my head to find that one image of your fading away smile. But oh, how it still brings light like a little beam of sunlight in the darkest of my rooms. How my love forces me to remember your scent I smelled ages ago and yet if someday I go blind it's you, I'd know.

Letting go of people you love is hard, but letting them turn you into someone you're not is harder.

i still care about you, and i always will.

it’s a curse and a blessing all in one

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