the ten% you'll never see

I think today, for the first time, I became okay with the passing and movement of people. Friends, lovers, come and then leave. Bring something new, beautiful and fleeting to the combination of moments. It’s so cliched but holding on hurts more. For the first time, it was understood that the ending of something is just the ending of something. Not the death of happiness. It was understood to be eternally grateful for the gifts you once gave. Seriously, I’ll never be the same. You were perfect for the perfect moment and then it passed. I’ll love you forever, beautiful, passing moment. Keep sitting here, on a perch in my heart, with people that changed the course of life and then we’ll continue moving on down separate path and it will all be okay.