“Trying to forget somebody you love is like trying to remember somebody you never knew”

it’s always little things that to the surface brings the comfort and the pain, the fear inside the smile.
We lose along the way the things we leave behind, along the precipice of things we should not climb.
And I’m the first in line.
...The mountain that you climb, just to take a fall—

Hours pass, and she still counts the minutes that I am not there..
I swear I didn’t mean for it to feel like this—like every inch of me is bruised