Thanks for following and listening to me as I go in circles.
“I think, if he was a book, he’d be the one you throw across the room, then hours later, pick up again and leaf through its pages” -Unknown
The worst thing about having a great memory is that every tiny moment from the past is inescapable, even the ones you fight with yourself to forget.
There are worlds inside your mind; and outside, there are worlds beyond that.
I thrive off chaos and routine.
And when you think it’s just about time to let go, you decide to grab the rope and hold onto the end; that’s what you intend to do.
And if you’re still sad and the cut is still fresh and you don’t want time to miss him, do you still try to make friendship work, why not?