I’m caught somewhere between not wanting to leave and
wanting to never look back. I’m hung in suspension by these forces, the
nostalgia of it and the hatred for it.
Everyone says that time heals the broken, but I’m starting
to wonder if the adverse is also true. Does time not only heal but hurt? Does
tie cause rifts to burst open between those who were never broken to begin
with?
They say opposites attract but am I just too different than
you to ever make it last? Different people we’ve proven to be, but does that
mean there can never be a you and me? I’ve been captivated by your smile and
laugh, but I’m not sure that’s enough to cancel out the past.
There’s something undeniable about our island summers. Sun
kissed skin and water logged fingertips, wind blown hair and sandy feet. Though
the routine has been the same for nearly two decades, there’s something unique
in that each summer feels new.
Happiness is an allusion, and those who disagree are just
too far behind the mask they’ve put on to remember that they ever put one on at all.
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