the wings that take something we love, are the same that bring us something we learn to love

maybe that’s why i’m still writing. more than moving on, this is a love song to you. and this could be more about remembering than continuing. it hurts all the same. but, it is our love and i want to write it down. i want to carve it in paper and pen. i want to look at it and bleed it and feel it. i want to know that it was real in every second of it

[found in a little crumpled paper in the bottom of a drawer]