I'm trying to remember how to breathe,
I'm trying, oh so hard, to remember how to see the world again without holding onto your hand.
I'm trying to taste, to feel, and to explore without every single thing reminding me of you.
Because it wasn't worth it, to hold onto your love.
Nothing was worth it after tear filled nights, holes in the wall, and my body stained with bruises.
I've washed away all the memories--terrified nights, hiding in the closet--along with summer days filled with our laughter.
The good and the bad, I've washed it all away from my clean slate.
Please bare with me as I figure all this blog stuff out. :)