Its un-habiting habits. Taking down the beautiful structures we built together, brick by brick, each stone a memory. Re-viewing the moments and knowing that there were so many “last time we…” that I was blissfully unaware of and now have to resign to the past because the door to the future has closed.
…hat we are!” — and then we get butthurt when someone shows up and lays it all out, plain and clear. “I care about you, I like you, I could end up with you, but this is where I am right now.” It’s not that things can’t change, because they can — things like this change over time, all the time. But this is now.