Not A Love Story.

For what it’s worth, after grieving everything after you, the dust has settled, and I find myself missing you more than ever before. Once I had the love, then the heartbreak, I always kept a piece of you with me. As time has filled all the space between us, I have detoxed every effect, attribute, and mannerism you ever gave me. I am a new person. Not the person who was able to hold onto your memory for so long with such an agonizing grip of fear. I sit here, surrounded by a clean-cut circle of dust around me, and I can’t help but mourn that any idea of you will be built on memory and imagination from here on out. I will never know who you will end up being. I still search for your soul in every crowd as I grow further from the idea of you and me dying as twin flames.

Maybe we will burn brighter apart...