Post #7450

sometimes i'm surprised by how much room my heart has for the little things, even though I don't express but, it's almost a habit, a ritual, to make space. i want to remember - the first glimpse, the last hug, the first time a friend cooked for me, the first time someone bought me a flower, the moment my mother held my head gently, the last time someone held my hands. i remember. i remember too much. it's almost a blessing and a curse because you yearn for the same time while almost feeling as though a part of you stole a piece of that time and hid it somewhere in your chest, and now you can't find it. it's sad to be a human that way -a blink of an eye, and your favourite moment is in the past. @thelostdiary ━━━━━━━━━