my best times and my worst times belonged to them. we were young wild and free, every inch of the country was ours to explore. the laughs we shared, our countless meals together, movies watched together, belting our lungs out in karaoke rooms. the euphoria from every minute we spent with one another, all the stupid things we've done together. from dusk till dawn, those days spent with them were the best of my life. the rhythmic percussion of the waves, sun-warmed and sweet, crashing on the rocks we sat on. the sky displayed a beautiful tint of orange, hues of pink lined the clouds, like cotton candy floating in a sea of tangerine. the glowing orb in the sky dimmed, becoming one with the horizon, like coloured dye dissolving in a glass of water. words became superfluous, merely enjoying each other's presence was enough. all those late-night calls, 3 am was just another hour to us. we lay on our beds, eyes shut, miles apart, yet our voices were connected. our broken souls opening up to one another, i let myself be vulnerable to these people. no matter how far, we would find our way back, or so i thought.
the hardest part of investing so much of myself into others is that when they are no longer there for you, it hurts. imagine a fractured bridge losing a pillar, swinging like a pendulum, always on the verge of falling into the treacherous river below. it's bleak but i will eventually get over these, we'll find another to fill their place. it'll never be the same, but sometimes we have to settle for half.
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