NobodyImportant

I apologize if this hurts you. I’ve moved past it.

Grief can torture and blind you. Blind you to the fact that we are not alone in our pain; in our loss.

There is always a place where peace can be found. The trick is knowing what you're willing to give up in order to attain it.

My grandfather passed away several years ago, yet I can still feel him in every single thing.

I thought living with you would be better... But I'm better off where I was.

I won't take the blame for the decisions you are making now. Your life is controlled by you, not the memory of me.

Just a lil something I wrote. More of the prologue to a book than a short story, but let me know what you think.

No matter how far I run, my past refuses to fall behind in the dust. My demons never leave me.

I miss you. And I hate that I have to miss you.

I know that you may never read this... But if will help you understand, then I hope that you do.

Why won't your memories just leave me alone? I want nothing more from you. Just go.