Love preaches that when all else fail, you'll always have yourself.
Flip.
Love feels like a second degree burn. We thought it had healed through. Then we passed by a coffee shop, a book store, a park bench that reminds us of the person loved and left, and it ripped at all the time and effort we placed in to heal.
Flip.
It will get better, one day.
Flip.
But not today.
2 comments:
Just thought you should know,
your blog is absolutely beautiful.
thank you alana. ironically this blog has more well wishers than my personal blog. this is heart warming.
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