Natasha King

Every single time we tried to walk away, the universe seemed to bring us back to each other. There was no running from this. This was no coincidence to our meeting. This was fate. 

I realize that although you are no longer here, I’m grateful for all that I’ve learned and everything you’ve taught me about myself. 

But when it’s quiet, when there is deafening silence, when it’s dark outside and I turn your lamp on. You come back. When I cut up food with the kitchen knife set from your sister, you come back. When I turn on Phoebe’s night light and see your dream catcher hanging there, you come back.