"I am not going to blend in, I've never been one for mixing well. I don't know how to watercolor fade into the colors around me; I always feel like spilled ink, the accident on top of the purposeful paint below.
I will miss you always, even in the moments when you are right beside me. Time apart has planted longing inside me and I do not think it is a weed that will even stop growing. It will always live there, but my god, it grows the most spectacular flowers.