Hard to forget someone who was part of every plan.

Still flipping back to the chapter with you.

Some wounds don't show.

We used to talk every day.

Some storms take longer to pass.

Learning to live with the silence.

When the playlist gets too real.

Tears are just feelings that ran out of room.

Grieving what could have been.

Empty room, full of memories.

I keep rereading old messages.

Nobody talks about how lonely growing up is.

Grey skies match my mood.

Out of words, full of feelings.

Healing is lonely sometimes.

sad but make it aesthetic