We cling to music, to poems, to quotes, to writing and to art because we desperately do not want to be alone. We want to know we aren't going crazy and someone else out there knows exactly how you're feeling. We want someone to explain the things we can't and that's life.
I think I'm kind of getting the concept of closure. It's no big dramatic before-after. It's more like that melancholy feeling you get at the end of a really good vacation. Something special is ending and i'm sad but i can't be that sad because, hey, it was a good while it lasted and there will be other vacations, other good times ✨
It's 11:59pm and i love you and in a minute, when it is new day and hits of me have been erased and i can still see the vague imprint of your face on a pillow that has taken your place. I think i may love you more than i did a whole minute before.