eleven oh eleven

I can feel you slipping through my finger tips. Loosening the grip day by day, and that is the worst feeling in the world. It’s like trying to pick up sand at the beach, but you can never fully grasp every grain, they escape through your finger tips before you even realize. Don’t give up on me, I promise i’m trying.

Relationships are like glass mirrors, once they’re broken it’s better to leave them shattered, than hurt yourself trying to put the fragments back together.

It’s amazing how you can once be so extremely close with someone at some point in our lives, and then later they become a complete stranger. When you pass them in the halls you don’t say a word, or even a look of acknowledgment. This person who once knew you so well, who once knew your fears, past, desires, and dreams is now walking right past you, seeing right through you; and not even glancing back.

When someone says sorry, its just the same as putting on a band-aid to a freshly cut wound. The wound is still there, but no one else can see it. And just because you use a band-aid, it doesn’t heal the wound. Neither does saying sorry.