When they show you a favourite song and you realise it was their favourite with that other someone. Thinking you had something special, that this was to be your memory.
The past, the present, the future, the things you talk about, the promises you make, the life you expect never quite turns out the way you want.
The sea, that’s where I’ll go, I’ll go watch the tide come in and let it sweep me away. I’ll let my body dance with the waves, my lungs fill with my surroundings, my arms swaying as I become lifeless with nothing but misery and pain fading away from me. With a last breath, a pause, a moment, I’ll smile, and it will be real, finally peace, escape, a true glimpse into what life could have been.