#wordsbymsb

And grief still comes. It wraps its arms around your neck and for a moment, you can’t breathe and the tears tumble down your face. It says: ‚I am still here. And I am not going to leave you.‘ And you answer: ‚I know. I am still here too. And I’m learning to live with you.‘ You get up. The world keeps on turning. But sometimes you still feel shivers running down your spine.

In the end all you have is memories. You will remember the guy you met three summers ago, the one who started a fire in your heart and had stars dancing in his eyes. When he touched you, it felt like flowers grew in the saddest parts of you. Three years down the line, and you still think of him sometimes. Of his smile equal to a thousand suns. And you will remember the girl, the one that ran with the wolves and wrapped her arms around you and made you feel like home. She embodied adventure and passion and she took your hand and promised to never let go. And you'll remember the times spent in Paris, the days in spring when the magnolias bloomed and the sun came up and everything felt fresh and new and exciting. And you will remember that one summer evening, at Pont Neuf, when the sun was slowly setting and everything was dipped in golden light and the Eiffel Tower was glooming on the horizon. And you will remember the summers growing up when the sound of the jukebox filled everything around you and the taste of homemade iced tea still lingers on your lips. It always will. The memories will never leave you. They will stay buried deep in your heart, where they belong. And while being alive, you will make new memories. Memories that remain, no matter how much time passes. And while you live them, you will be glad that you are alive. That you are there to see them.

Coffee gone cold, soft music, heartbreaking lyrics, early mornings, candles burning. A hope for the future. Fairy lights, blooming pink roses. The strange comfort of you trying. Of looking back at the past and being glad you never gave up.