even if your everything loses its shape one day, you'll always be here with me. as I try to move forward again, even though i couldn't say goodbye to you. i’ll carry on because i know you’ll always be with me.
I think the heart is similar to these strings. When the pain is too much to bear and you can’t breathe, it hurts, like the strings laid across your chest are about to snap. It’s just like when you keep strumming and picking at the strings at their very limit, and sometimes they snap. Sometimes you feel like they can’t ever be replaced. But if there were someone to replace your strings for you, like this… I feel like your wounds may heal just a little.
I don’t think there are any memories that are okay to forget. None. I think…. I want to live with all my memories. Even if they’re sad memories. Even if their memories that only hurt me. Even if they’re memories I’d rather forget. If I keep them and keep trying, without running away… If I keep trying, then someday…I’ll be strong enough that those memories can’t defeat me. I want to think that there’s no such thing as a memory that’s okay to forget. | requested by @haroldtea ♡