The reason this hurts so much, the reason that I wake up and fall asleep with an aching heart and tear-stained cheeks more often than not, is not simply because you are gone. Yes, that is the main source of my misery; but I’ve been stuck in this place with you in one form or another for the last five years. And while your absence breaks me a little more each day, it is an old pain; I’ve grown accustomed to it’s company.

No, what destroys me now, with the sudden and absolute end you’ve forced upon me, is the death of the future I longed for. Gone are the daydreams of quiet nights spent in your arms, curled up together watching movies. Gone are the daydreams of meeting your friends, the hours spent together playing games or going to concerts. Gone are the daydreams of just us, but together. The house, the kids, my entire life with you, gone.

And how does one mourn a future now lost? I can’t even begin to imagine my future now. (via withinliminalspaces)

I finally figured out why this hurts so much. I’m stuck in limbo, this liminal space between what we were and whatever comes next. I know, logically, that what we had is done; your silence is more than enough proof. But your silence also fosters hope, that small “what-if” in the back of my mind. And even the smallest glimpse of hope is enough to keep me here, trapped in this uncertainty.

As long as we have no closure, no absolute end date, hope will not leave. As long as there are questions left unanswered and words left unsaid, a part of me will always be waiting for you.

(via withinliminalspaces)

[abyss-of-words]

“Hearts can break. Yes. Hearts can break. Sometimes I think it would be better if we died when they did, but we don’t.”

Stephen king

[heavensghost]

Skeleton // gabrielle aplin

[remanence-of-love]

Remember I loved you.

[heavensghost]

Haunted // TS