uglytacos

If you love something, let it go. If it returns, you'll know it was meant to be; if it doesn't, then releasing it was for the best. The advice is trite, ridiculous, and entirely too terrifying, because she hasn't come back. Not once. Not even close. No one's walked within twenty miles of your solitary tin house in over thirty years and that's the part that, if you cared about whatever terrible decisions she's probably making, would bother you the most. As it is, the knowledge that she walked off your grid of motion and pressure sensors without so much as a hesitant step or a minute of reflection is…disappointing. Perhaps it's because