Maybe we'll never speak again and that's okay. I'II always hope life is kind to you, even from a distance. I know you're doing fine without me and though it still stings a little, I've learned to make peace with that. A part of me will always miss what we once had, but I'm learning to let the memories rest gently instead of breaking me. I still pray for you, for your healing, your happiness and your quiet victories. Thank you for being part of my story, even if it wasn't meant to last forever. You'll always matter to me, not as a wound, but as a chapter that taught me how love and heartbreak can coexist beautifully.
Dijo una vez Simon Baker: “Después de ‘El Mentalista’ me alejé de Hollywood. Me fui a Australia, a surfear, a escuchar el mar. He pasado por mucho, incluida la ruptura de mi matrimonio. Este tiempo me permitió reconectar conmigo mismo y con lo que realmente importa. La calma no es ausencia de ruido, es presencia de sentido.”
heartbreak doesn’t end when they leave. it lingers in songs, in places, in the way you flinch at their name. you keep carrying them in silence, like an unmarked grave inside you. and maybe that’s the hardest part: no one sees the funeral but you.
We have lost Akira Toriyama, Kazuki Takahashi and Kentaro Miura my heart is in ribbons the pain knowing the pillars of my childhood are no longer here dam man I just can’t fucking stand this.