3 months. THREE MONTHS.
We've been talking for three months.
I'm pretty sure that is considered a very long talking stage.
But she came and took you in TWO WEEKS.
TWO WEEKS.
I sussed something was up but still I had hope.
I kept fighting.
It was useless really.
I blamed no one else but myself.
I am so mad at myself.
I knew what I was getting into but I chose to do it either way.
YOU ARE READING
Rainstorms of Blessings
AcakFrom tears of wrath, pain, sadness, regret, and pure happiness comes a beautiful life being lived, filled with overflowing blessings.
