Kiss me now before you go. Summertime sadness. I just wanted you to know that baby, you’re the best.
I never really understood what this meant until now. I’ve been told that I should be thankful - not everyone gets to experience this, and I understand what they mean.
And I don’t mean “this” as the end of a relationship, a chapter, or idea. I’m not talking about time, seasons or rotations. I mean “this” as who I was. I can tell I’m different. I can tell she’s different and I understand that I’m not who she is or where she was. She was scared, excited and hopeful, and in some way, I’m still feeling those things - just in a completely different way.
I’m sorry that this didn’t work out. I’m sorry we went through so much. While I cry for her, who we were, I remind myself it’s ok to feel sad.
Especially when there’s change.
















