Somewhere Only We Know

mathurbator:

me: *laughs at something*

me: ok back to suffering

jasminjuthdy:

The memories I have left of you are fading quicker and quicker now. I’m left grasping at your shadow, trying to keep the last bit of your light within my fists. Though I know light can’t be contained, still I try. I open my hands and only catch glimpses of you now. Your laughter has turned to dust. Your ‘I loves you’s’ have been carried off by the breeze, sanded down to just you, you, you. And you is all I think about most nights. I fall asleep thinking of you breathing. Think of you still here. In. Think of you gone. Out. Think of you coming back. In. Think of the impossibility of that. Out. So I forget to catch my breath at times; maybe it will make it less impossible. In. But it won’t. You’re not coming back. I know this. Out.

The memories I have left of you are few now. I’m trying to hold on to them as best I can. They slip out between my fingers like water and I’ve never been so thirsty for more.