Author: Josephine

She’s so understanding and it makes her even prettier.

Talk to me quietly. Hold me gently.

I started taking down the polaroids on the wall, removing our memories one by one.

Not because it’s painful to keep them up, but I’m finally ready to move on.

And maybe, all this time, it had never been me. It never mattered who stayed, but who knocked first. You reached out and I gripped your hands, you looked for comfort and I gave you warmth. You were longing not to be alone and I was too.

So maybe we have mistaken our time together for something special, while it wasn’t. That all this time, it was coincidence, and nothing truly mattered. I’m starting to believe that nothing truly mattered, while I wish that it did.

Sometimes you meet that one person that leaves you wandering where they have been all the time. They manage to find the right words, they give you advice you actually find to be helpful. They fit your needs, match your personality and share the desire for adventure. They become your friend, without ever doubting to expose yourself cause truth will find it’s way.

Sometimes you meet that one person that leaves you wandering where they have been all the time, and where they are now. Cause truth has found it’s way and it ain’t pretty.

It’s going to hurt, but it is okay.

Cherish the memories

We talked about the times that anger made us go blind, about how sometimes it felt that hell was right here on earth. About how precious it is to meet someone that allows you to open up, to show what’s hidden inside.

And I know that you still care, but you don’t care enough to stay.

I’m replacement.

And replaceable.