It’s kind of funny how tears as in crying and tears as in ripping are spelt the same.
Sometimes it’s the tearing that causes the tears.
Things tear apart often.
Sometimes they are torn on purpose.
Sometimes it’s an accident.
And sometimes it’s someone that you love so much moving away from you and the thought that they won’t be there anymore when you need them tears your heart into pieces and small tears fall slowly down my cheeks.
They know it and you know it.
It won’t be the same anymore and you’re supposed to be happy for them.
And you are.
But you’re devastated for you.
I loathe change.
I want everything to stay the same.
I want all the people I love to be close.
But I wish you all the happiness in the world.