The story of our love is finished. Wrapped up—done. And yet, something still feels painfully unfinished—
I always thought that a break-up immediately snips the thread that connects two hearts, but that’s not true.
The thread lingers—it burns, it stings, it pulls, it dances in the wind. Love forever leaves an imprint in our hearts. A residue of some kind. An echo in our bones. Memories racing, at full speed, through our minds.
Maybe our love will always feel unfinished.
― Sarah Harvey