08.16.21
Unlike any other love story,
ours was like a sandstorm in the desert.
It wants to be felt even with madness in every beat.
It wants to be embraced even when it
stings upon every touch.
It wants to be understood even when anger arises.
And I tried and I tried and I tried.
Until one night it became a nightmare.
I could no longer hold us in one future.
My hands trembled as I held onto yours.
And in silence, I cried tears of pain and regret.
Why did fate allow us to meet when it's just me and you in the middle but not in the end?
I guess I was more than late to realize
that love can sometimes be a
a world with the two of us apart.
—georginariver
