Smiling in pictures, healing in private.

Holding on to memories because that's all I have.

Learning to live with the silence.

Pretending I'm over it.

Healing is lonely sometimes.

It hurts, but I'm still here.

When the playlist gets too real.

Some wounds don't show.

Sad songs and late nights.

This too shall pass.

We used to talk every day.

Why does 3am always hurt the most?

Feeling everything and nothing at once.

Home doesn't feel like home anymore.

My heart is still catching up.

Still flipping back to the chapter with you.