Same neighborhood but not

Portland ME

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Saying goodbye may feel like the hardest part, and people may tell you that it is, but the thing is that it never leaves you, that sinking feeling when you know the thing you feared most, worked hardest against, is about to happen. The memories now hurt me more than words could say, but I hope that someday I can look back and smile a bit to myself, or perhaps you fade from my mind completely, because that might be the easiest. It's strange the things you remember. I remember the color of her bathing suit top, that people were giving us weird looks, the rock we swam to was warm, I remember that that I took her picture in the dirt parking lot, I remember that I felt safe. Always safe in her embrace, and I have never felt safe like that before or after her. People tell you that things get easier or that time heals all, but time merely distracts you. The feeling is watered down, it's spread out, but just the wrong moment and it's like you're 8 months in the past, and time is nothing but a bitter reminder that the things we love most are fragile and temporary