In letting him walk away, I don’t remember when I was left behind. I always had bad shoes, I know but then I never needed them. But it happened.
Sometimes life is all about the little things that crack you up,slowly,gently,without making a noise. It was one of those walk always, for a better reality I guess. My reason to not cling on was simple.
I knew, blink by blink, I was already beginning to lose him a little. So all I did was, letting the perfect he go, keeping the flawed he with me.
