I feel like one comes across a couple of people in their lives that they are addicted to and can’t get enough of. One that longs for everything In someone, from big things like kissing to smaller things like their scent or the ways their clothes fit them.

When you find someone that you just can’t get enough of, hold on tight. Don’t let them slip away. Cherish that time with them, don’t with fuck it up. You don’t want to lose that person and feelings.

Like I have.

Its funny how things come full circle. 

How the things I’ve done wrong are now fully known.

You can’t go back, though, to fix them.

You live with the painful memories and just hope that one day you don’t make them again.

Forlorn love. All away.

Would I go back and do it again?

I don’t even know. 

Nevertheless, I still miss you.

My heart’s in a different place, thankfully. 

But I will never forget where it started.

There is so much beauty - yet a slight undertone of sorrow -when learning to love again and meeting new people. The beauty and joy outshine the sorrow, though.