I sometimes wonder if love dies or it gets buried in a corner and we forget that it's there. I don't know how people let go easily, how do they say goodbye with a smile. I wonder if time would have made it any different, made it easier to say goodbye. Some days I had wished that we would meet and we will talk and she would tell me that she still thinks of me, that she did love me. I wish she would say that 'cause it would make me feel validated, those feelings that somehow still remain in a corner would feel validated, cause there are still parts of my heart that have not learned to let go. The truth is, maybe our heart does not know to let go, so it holds on, to the last dying breath it holds on, maybe it's a habit or just an inherent flaw.
Because every bright silver lining has an associated dark cloud