Can you feel your face fall,
your smile dissipate,
when the disappointment comes?
I suppose the worse part of moving on is knowing that… no matter where you are, some intrusive thought comes to you. You remember how lovely their smile is, or how they are a wonderful person that everyone should meet.
You realize how much you’ve smothered them.
And what’s worse, is that you realize that they are likely living peacefully, without a single thought as to where you are or what you’re doing. Do they think about the little things that make you smile? Do they think about what you find beautiful?
Because you know, you know, that there is something special within you, something good. But do they remember that something too?