The quiet part of me..❤️ People talk about memories like they're something soft and comforting but they don't say how much they can hurt too. I look fine on the outside I laugh, I talk I keep going like I'm supposed to. But there's still a part of me that hasn't really left those moments behind. It just sits there quietly holding onto something that doesn't exist anymore. And some nights I can still feel it like it never really went away..❤️