I was just thinking about how it's so unfair that people just Leave and you are left with all this information about them inside your head and you just have to come to peace with the fact that you can't send them this song or this post you know for sure they’ll enjoy
My life has been a series of lessons in letting go.. People, places, dreams, all of them slipping through, as if my hands were never made for holding.
When does the keeping begin?