We are not the same persons this year as last; nor are those we love. It is a happy chance if we, changing, continue to love a changed person.
― W. Somerset Maugham (via instincts-are-misleading)
When you love someone… they’re a part of you. It’s like you’re attached by this invisible tether, and no matter how far away you are, you can always feel them. And now, everytime I reach for that tether, I know there’s no one on the other end, and I feel like I’m falling into nothingness.