We never learn, do we? How exactly do you love yourself? We still look for sunlight inside of shadows. We still look for a future with the past. We still love like our hearts were never broken. We still cry as if the rain was something we created under the ocean, where no one hears us cry alone, no one hears us folding our hearts, each crinkle– each tear, I’m sorry. Were we ever going to make it? Did we finally lose it? I think the better thing is– will we ever love again?
– darling, i can only hope so