I am every mistake I've ever made. I am every person I've ever hurt. I am every word I've ever said. I am made of flaws (stitched together with good intentions). But my flaws make me beautiful. They are who I am.
I was but then I realized that I was holding on to something that didn't exist anymore. That the person I missed didn't exist anymore. People change The things we like and dislike change. And we can wish they wouldn't all day long, but that never works.
“I was waiting for the longest time, she said. I thought you forgot. It is hard to forget, I said, when there is such an empty space when you are gone.” ― Brian Andreas, Story People: Selected Stories & Drawings of Brian Andreas