Wolfimal

I used to know this guy. We had a long distance relationship though with the terms if we met someone who we were truly to be with then we would be happy for one another. It ended after a short time and he was unable to keep a friendship out of it. Regardless, the memory of his face and his smile was one thing that helped to keep me going and the happiness from that time lighting my days/nights. 
          Now that memory is fading, as time has passed. His first name a bit of his smile and the one incident where he spilled while cooking because he was distracted as we were in a video call together are the only things floating through my mind anymore. 
          I wish to have always been able to hold onto his memory, but now it is time to let go I fear as heart wrenching as it is. Years have passed and as I am sure he has moved on and forgotten me, I now must let my memory play its cruel tricks. 
          I won’t forget him as much as I can, but I will have to let go of the happiness that the memory of his smile and face brought on. 

Sound of slamming doors and screaming voices, harsh words and bitter disagreements. Brutal to those involved, but still affects the innocent bystanders. Causing a loss of sleep and skipping heart beats, as anxiety stirs. It brings with it a tightening of the chest and a pounding in the head. Wishing for a sound proof safe haven to escape to, leaving behind the bystander life.