Those dead knots.

You watched as the conversations go shorter.

As it fades away, is it suppose to happen this way? Slowly, just slowly, it dies down. It vanishes, not because it wanted to. It was because you let it be.

Then the distance between each other starts to drift apart, wider and wider. Till every moment starts to be an awkward moment. Nothing feels right anymore.

You no longer feel that closeness.

That bond that you have, or whatever that's left of it that hasn't dwindle, is fragile. So delicate that you fear the slightest touch will shatter it into pieces. And it can never be fixed back into the same anymore, probably.

If it it was fixed, you can still see the cracks and missing pieces on it. It's no longer the same. It can never be the same.

So what can you do?

You can cry about it. You can feel sad about it. You can feel disappointed. You can cling to it and never move on. You can also brush it off, throw it away, move on after crying and feeling sad. Wait for the wounds to heal and build a new one.

Stronger and better.

♥oves,

vee.