Healing

You think I'm your future Not your right now You'll wait until I mature Until my heart hardens to clay Just soft enough to mold But too hard to break But I'll tell you By the time you come back for me There will be nothing left For I will not be Your light At the End Of The Tunnel Because I am here Right Now.

And that’s the thing about when the timing is off.  You’re always stuck wondering what could’ve been.  With an actual relationship, something dies.  You can mourn and grieve.  It's never easy, but you will realize you're lucky to have loved and lost.  But you can't mourn something that never existed.  And you pass around the feeling of regret and uncertainty with the other person like a fucking baton at a relay race.  Even if you never see them again, you know they’re out there.  Running the same relay race as you are.

Depression