There are moments in life when you find yourself perfectly in sync with someone, those times become little worlds of their own.

But somehow life decides those chapters need to close… and what once felt eternal quietly shifts, becomes past tense. It's hard, the contrast between how full life felt then and how quiet it can feel now. Can we go back? Maybe… 

They don’t disappear; they are part of you. The loss stings, but the I'll take the scar and the memories, every time…