There.

I never knew what it was that held us together, the promises hung negligently on the corner of your lips, or the fake smiles that we use to hide the pain and resentment we're both so full of? We try so hard to walk together in hopes of reliving those wonderful moments that once were so real. I guess what's left is too broken to be fixed. Maybe it's not meant to be fixed anyways.

I hung on so tightly with everything I have, every fiber of my being, and for what? It feels like I've been hanging on for so long that I forgot how to do anything else. My fingers became incapable of letting loose.

I guess I'll just have to teach myself. Little steps.

I will get there. But where, exactly, is there?