Gone.

Oh, who knew such power could be held so forcefully between four simple letters?

Gone.

In an instance, everything I have ever owned, loved, and known could be ripped out of my possession, thrown out into the land of the unknown.

Just like that we could be separated for eternity. Just like that I could slip away. Just like that the melody inside of us could stop singing.

Just like that I could forget...

...But for now I'll continue to capture these memories with you.

Tattoos on my heart. ❤