a hands touching a lavender flowers
woman walking and touching grass
a scribbled colors of a woman's photo
a woman facing the sky putting a heart shape sign up in the air
a silhouette of a man walking on the grass
woman looing out the rain at her window
exit sign on a coffee shop
a hand holding up a flower in the sky

When you get there, you won’t remember the easy; you will remember the hard

๐–๐ก๐ž๐ง ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ ๐ž๐ญ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ซ๐ž, ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ฐ๐จ๐งโ€™๐ญ ๐ซ๐ž๐ฆ๐ž๐ฆ๐›๐ž๐ซ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ž๐š๐ฌ๐ฒ; ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ซ๐ž๐ฆ๐ž๐ฆ๐›๐ž๐ซ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ก๐š๐ซ๐. You will remember every failure, heartache, and tearsโ€”even the sleepless nights you spent trying your best to understand and accept the inevitable. You will remember seeing yourself on your kneesโ€”defeated, afraid, and hopeless because you see the end of the road …

sunset dust
a hand holding a roses

I haven’t quite let go, yet…

๐‘ฐ ๐’‰๐’‚๐’—๐’†๐’โ€™๐’• ๐’’๐’–๐’Š๐’•๐’† ๐’๐’†๐’• ๐’ˆ๐’, ๐’š๐’†๐’•โ€ฆ I still look for you in places we used to go. Still finding you in my dreams as if it were just yesterday that we cross our path. Still keeping a piece of you in my closet. Still making your favorite coffee every morning; I used to hate it …