The feeling is still there but the attachment is no longer holding the same way. It’s strange how something can still feel real, still sit quietly in the chest, yet no longer have a place to stay in one’s life. It wasn’t a lack of trying, if anything, there was effort on both sides, just in differe

Its strange how something can feel so normal right before it ends. Like nothing needed to be questioned & nothing felt fragile enough to break. Everything was okay, more than okay actually. Just small, quiet things, cooking without rushing, staying in without needing a reason, talking for hours