Time heals everything, or so they say. But every wound is meant to leave behind a scar. And every scar that remains, reminds me that you have left. Every wound that doesn't bleed, that doesn't leave, promises me that you still think of me. And every scar that slowly fades, remains for me, another one of our stories to tell.
You can fight, shout ,bellow, and stay silent for days. I might ask you to leave, hurdle with you to escape, be cold and show no care at all. But everywhere I go, you'll be a part of me. Every journey I undertake, you'll be an accomplice to me. I bear you in my heart, now and always. And if you ever fail to see, feel helpless and lost, you'll find yourself within me.
~nt















