It’s an odd feeling turning ones heart completely off from someone that was once a huge piece, it’s odd the way one can just completely turn it off coldly after the shock runs dry. You say goodbye, move on and then one day run into them and they are a stranger to you, but at one point they weren’t…
One cannot live in the past, only look to the future this I am sure of, absolutely sure of…. Nothing good comes from dreaming of the past… people want to believe otherwise, but when someone says goodbye let them go….
softly-transcending 