Y.ours. A.lways.
Final Result
I missed you for too long,
in too many ways,
that it became just another part of me;
engraved deeper into my heart with the passing of time.
I would wake up,
stretch,
breathe,
and miss you.
They told me to let it go,
to let you go,
and I would say:
You cannot simply will your heart to stop beating,
that no matter how long you hold your breath for,
you cannot hold it forever,
and I could only stop missing you,
if I stopped being myself entirely.
- e.h
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