Things I have to remember to tell you.
I shared a sunset with him and a rainy morning too. He wrapped his arms around me and warmed my back with kisses.
If he was a test, then I failed miserably, my love. Twice.
Even the most devout women are not impervious to loneliness.
I found this memory like change in the pockets of last winter’s warmth…
You held me once(on one of my bad days) when I was sick and tired of people telling me everything would be alright & you admitted the world would sometimes be a dark place but then you told me we could wait it out together, promised to stay until everything got better
May 15, 2013
May 15, 2013 at 3:01 AM UTC
Things I have to remember to tell you.
I shared a sunset with him and a rainy morning too. He wrapped his arms around me and warmed my back with kisses.
If he was a test, then I failed miserably, my love. Twice.
Even the most devout women are not impervious to loneliness.
I found this memory like change in the pockets of last winter’s warmth…
You held me once(on one of my bad days) when I was sick and tired of people telling me everything would be alright & you admitted the world would sometimes be a dark place but then you told me we could wait it out together, promised to stay until everything got better
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