Letting Go and Missing Pieces
A few random thoughts my notebook has collected over the past couple of months.."I've finally come to terms with the fact that it is better to let you go.
I'm slowly starting to realise that the only reason I couldn't let go of you for over 2 years now is the fact that you were never actually here.
As hard as it is to physically let go of people, I feel like it is even harder to let go of memories; Of the certain image we have in mind of someone.
This image that has been with me for such a long time now, that has always given me hope that someday i will be back in your arms, back to where I was the happiest I have ever been.
If we are around people, they slowly begin to live in our hearts.
But if we are apart from someone and all we have left are memories? These memories do live in our souls. And it is so incredibly difficult to let go of th
How do we let go of something that has never really been here?"
//
"Isn't it funny how everyone slowly begins to find they're 'missing piece', or think they did. I actually don't believe in the concept of feeling incomplete without someone else.. but still:
I wonder what happens to those who have been broken so many times on their way trying to find the missing piece, that no other piece seems to fit anymore? What happens to the lost souls that are only existing, not living anymore?"
melancholy nights
driven by emotions..
probs deleting this in the morning.
I'm laying bed feeling nothing but the warmth of your body pressed closed to mine.
A very comforting feeling actually.
Until I realize that you’re not here.
It were only my thoughts desperately longing for you presence.
My thoughts trick me, they trick me all the time.
They make me believe you are so close.
The thought of you takes me away.
Your words take me to a different place.
They take away the loneliness even if it’s just for a second and as soon as that moments passes it hurts so much.
Bittersweet.
Needing you.
Nothing but you.
And then I find myself, contemplating, fearing that I might not feel the same way when I wake up.
Have my thoughts tricked me again?
Ruthless, unpredictable, going strong and stronger.
Not stopping for anything or anyone.
Not letting anyone else close to my heart.
All my mind wants is you.
You and me, in the place where we left off.
Far away, in a space were nothing else mattered.
Is it only the melancholy driving my feelings?
Putting me in this head space?
Is it real?
May I find myself here again, night after night.
Days just keep on passing by;
but the nights give me something.
They give me you.
Even if it’s just for a fond little moment, for a fond little thought.
probs deleting this in the morning.
I'm laying bed feeling nothing but the warmth of your body pressed closed to mine.
A very comforting feeling actually.
Until I realize that you’re not here.
It were only my thoughts desperately longing for you presence.
My thoughts trick me, they trick me all the time.
They make me believe you are so close.
The thought of you takes me away.
Your words take me to a different place.
They take away the loneliness even if it’s just for a second and as soon as that moments passes it hurts so much.
Bittersweet.
Needing you.
Nothing but you.
And then I find myself, contemplating, fearing that I might not feel the same way when I wake up.
Have my thoughts tricked me again?
Ruthless, unpredictable, going strong and stronger.
Not stopping for anything or anyone.
Not letting anyone else close to my heart.
All my mind wants is you.
You and me, in the place where we left off.
Far away, in a space were nothing else mattered.
Is it only the melancholy driving my feelings?
Putting me in this head space?
Is it real?
May I find myself here again, night after night.
Days just keep on passing by;
but the nights give me something.
They give me you.
Even if it’s just for a fond little moment, for a fond little thought.
// 13/01/16
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