You don’t miss him. You miss the company. The fact that you talked about anything and everything. The complicity. Smiles with hidden promises. Sudden kisses. Everlasting hugs. You miss the emotions. The excitement, the butterflies, the shaking hands, the shy confessions, the eager kisses, the burning nights. You don’t miss him. You miss being loved.
That’s the problem with drinking, I thought, as I poured myself a drink. If something bad happens you drink in an attempt to forget; if something good happens you drink in order to celebrate; and if nothing happens you drink to make something happen.
I never let anyone in but then you came along and changed everything. You made me vulnerable and in that moment you broke everything I had built.
One day, whether you
you will stumble upon
someone who will start
a fire in you that cannot die.
However, the saddest,
most awful truth
you will ever come to find––
is they are not always
with whom we spend our lives.
It was probably nothing but it felt like the world.
I used to think that I could never lose anyone if I photographed them enough. In fact, my pictures show me how much I’ve lost.
The Maine // Acoustic Tour // Dallas, Texas
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