acceptance
Each time we've talked in the past few months, it's felt incomplete. It's like we're talking and trying to say something meaningful, as if we see each other regularly. It's the scariest feeling in the world. We share a few dialogues for less than an hour and for the next twenty three it feels like something has been lost. There is a missing piece somewhere. I don't know if it's in my heart or in my soul. But it's a piece that you have. I don't think I want that piece back. That's yours to keep. It's a part of me that you will always have, and something I can't change. But its something I won't try to change. It's simply acceptance.
















