Let go

She couldn’t think of a time when she felt unsafe in his arms. When lying on his chest didn’t feel right. Something about just holding his hand, felt like home. She wondered if he felt the same.
But now his bags are packed. And now his train is leaving, for a place she’s been before. visit? not likely. If only things were as simple as they sounded. But life isn’t easy. And time isn’t cheap. So she knows it’s gone. And all her friends say “you’ll find the right one someday
of course i will,” she says “but you already have…

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