Losing someone isn’t a one-time event. It happens over and over again. I lose you every time I hear that song on the radio; whenever I play the game we used to play, or when I see your friends.
I lose you every time I think about holding you and kissing you. I lose you when I can’t keep myself calm. I lose you when I think about you wrapping yourself around him. And at night, I lose you when I wish I could tell you about how my day went. And in the morning when I wake up and realize that you’re gone, I begin to lose you all over again.
I think the hardest part of losing someone isn’t saying goodbye, but rather learning to live without them. Always trying to fill the void, the emptiness that’s left inside of your heart when they let go.
It’s you. It’s always been you. I laid my eyes on you that very first day and I could feel it in my bones that it was you. There was no one that could change my mind not even myself. I knew you were my person far before you were ever in my arms.
Excerpt from a book i’ll never write // you were my person