Emma said she missed him more at the end, honestly. At the beginning she wanted to give him time to find a place to live, to let him feel at home.
But it wasn't the same. She thought at the beginning, so innocently, that they would find a way to still be connected.
How wrong she was.
She needed things to be more stable. She had always been so insecure, needy in a way, some would say.
She was fine when it all started. She really was. She was of course happy for him, for his decisions. She knew he was so capable of doing what he wanted to do.
One thing is clear. It was ever about the love, and it will never be. She loved him for sure, no doubt with that. And he loved her too.
The thing is, you can't live just of love. It is never just about love.
Love isn't enough. Even when she wanted to believe it was.
Love isn't fair. Life isn't fair, but what is it?
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COLLECTION OF POEMS (English)
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