One day I’ll look at that picture without feeling my world is shattering. One day I’ll be able to listen to our favorite music with no regret and no guilt. One day I’ll smile when someone mentions your name. One day…
One day I’ll be able to remember you, and my heart will keep beating like normal, and my breath won’t stop, and my body will not freeze in panic and I’ll be fine.
One day.
But right now, right now I just want to pretend you are still in my arms. Safe.















