It's hard.
Letting time pass and leaving things behind.
I've never been good at letting things go.
All the ropes I have held on to have left marks on my hands, still, I hesitate to release.
I'll never be in the same moment again.
I don't know your favorite color anymore.
I don't think I'll ever feel okay with time moving without me.
The things I'll miss, the people I will outgrow, and the moments that will never happen again.
I will always yearn for the past.
