mourning the loss of something that wasn’t ever even mine

mourning the loss of something that was never yours | Amanda Zampelli

I’m mourning the loss of something that wasn’t ever even mine. I blame my overactive imagination, keen ability to visualize the HECK out of the potential for something, and my big big heart that feels too much. Maybe a part of it is sadness that’s trickled down from losing Carmen, but also maybe not.

Tom & I are in the very early stages of trying to find a house, and I guess the real question at hand is: Are you even TRULY TRYING anything if your heart’s not getting broken?

mourning the loss of something that was never yours | Amanda Zampelli

I made a digital zine about it because it’s what I needed to express and include in my scrapbook today. I’m pretty sure that’s what this memory keeping hobby is for. (Deep sigh.) Bye, house.

mourning the loss of something that was never yours | Amanda Zampelli