“And everyone around me’s changed
But the garden that you planted remains”
It’s always the little things that play on your mind the most. You think too much and then they’re not little anymore. Before you know it, you can think of nothing else; you’re stuck replaying it over and over in your head. You try and forget, because after all it was nothing, but you just can’t shake that sinking feeling while you watch everything you thought you knew disappear. You start to lose grip on the way things were before and your whole world begins to slip out your hands. You close your eyes and think back, wondering how you got to be so vulnerable. Then you remember; the smiles, the eye contact, the mornings of not waking up alone. All those little things. You wish happiness wasn’t such a temporary fix.
