“ Change is coming, she whispered to the bugs bouncing off her window. You can’t escape it. ”
Despite her words about letting go, melancholy washed over her. Because words are easy and often thrown around with trite intentions.
~ A. Lynn
I ached with loss that I’d never allowed myself to feel. As if I was leaving something important behind. And that something was me.
Leaving yourself behind is the worst loss a person can know.
There was something comforting about believing in things that didn’t exist.
