But that’s the problem isn’t it? Even when they leave, they’re never really gone. You can always find them within the melody of a song or in the creases of your hand that they use to trace. You can feel them inside that little pocket on your heart that you have specially reserved, no matter how many times they show you that they don’t want to be in it. You can never change their minds. Even when you pour every bit of desperation, love and need you have into a pleading ‘stay’, all they hear is a word.
— Why don’t we let people leave when they want to? (via rlyspaced)