dayspringon
I didn't know coming back could be so quiet.
Not loud, not joyful, not like in the movies. It's just you walking through the airport, and every step feels like it's silencing your heart. It's been a year.
People say a lot changes in a year. But they don't tell you what it's like to go back to the place where you left yourself.
I don't know if he remembers. Maybe he doesn't. Maybe he erased it like I tried.
Or maybe he does, but he doesn't say anything. Like he's always been silent.