we shared some of our stories for a while.

How things have changed... they got rearranged.
I know I'm supposed to jump into this newness head first, to move on.

I am and I'm trying and I will.

Of course there is a void, an empty space, that's to be expected- but some days I don't try to fill it. I think part of me holds on because letting go would mean denying how much I care, how much we shared and I don't want to feel like it was all a waste.

I know this will all blow over like a huge emotional thunderstorm; soon I'll quit mentioning you in conversations. But this week everything reminds me of you and for now it's a lot like the nighttime misses day.

*lyric credit- Colby's Song from Joshua James