• i could talk about how you always leave, but i could also talk about how you always come back. sometimes i feel like the time in between is just a slow torture to make me appreciate you more. and sometimes i feel like the time in between is just the world's way of breaking my heart. "The world breaks us all. Afterward, some are stronger at the broken places." -Ernest Hemingway am i stronger in the broken places? i don't know. i wish i could say yes, but i can't for certain. i'm still so young. and you're still a boy, though legally you're a man. will i love you forever? probably. will you eventually leave for good? probably. i know i sound trite, but i really can't help it. i just keep looking at an even younger, less broken version of myself and sighing because i'll never be like that again. i wish i could send a message back in time to tell myself that everything gets much worse so i'd have been prepared. i'm still not ready for this awful pain in my chest. hell, i don't think i ever will be. i'll do my best to keep going, though. i don't have anything else, but i hope that will change soon. the world has a funny way of giving you what you need, and taking away what you want.

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