mandoll

I turned to where the lights were and found only worn out pictures of me in it and it’s funny I never found yours.
I kept looking all over again hoping to find you in them but there never was, and I guess somehow, I’ve finally given up the search.
Things would never be the same now that I’ve moved on I guess. From where I am now is a place that hurts but is a place that forgives, and I for one have learned to forgive. Something that you’ve yet to discover for yourself.
I hope you’d learn this well enough before even time runs out, I’m most certain time waits for no one exactly no matter how hurt you were, or how hateful you’ve become.
I’m hoping you’d figure this out before we come to our senses.
goodnight and thank you!