sh.

And how betraying it is to love someone so quietly that the whole world remains unchanged, while mine has been turned upside down.

I have tried to reason with it. Told my heart you are but a person, that the moon does not rise for you alone, that stars existed long before I knew your name.

It does not listen.

For I have seen you smile and suddenly the ordinary world seems a little less ordinary.

If loving you is foolish, then let me be foolish gladly. Let the poets call me mad, let the sensible shake their heads. For if I must be lost, I would rather lose myself in the wonder of you than ever find my way back.

Not every soul is written to stay until the final page.

Some are commas brief pauses that teach your heart where to breathe.

And when they leave, do not mistake the echo for emptiness.

The sky has never feared the setting sun.

It knows another dawn is already on its way.

Perhaps not every person you lose is a loss.