No one is disposable.
We all leave tiny marks on the hearts of those that love us. We leave whispers of ourselves in the words that we write and the photographs we take. In the things that we say and the laughter that lingers long after we are gone.
Tangible and intangible.
Ghosts aren’t men in white sheets coming to haunt us. Ghosts are the last ‘I love you’s’ we utter. The last hug goodbye. They’re the memories that spring to mind whether we want them to or not. Ghosts are the plans we didn’t get to make.
And in that way, I think, we never truly leave, we’re never truly gone. We live timelessly in the hearts that we mark.
No one is disposable – you can’t erase love.