i want to have never loved. it's so much worse to have lost. i had a taste of everything that could be right before it was taken away from me.
i had a hand to hold, i had a blankets to share and stories to tell, i had something to wake up to and someone to come home too. i had kisses and fights and all those late nights. i had road trips and hellos and bittersweet goodbyes.
i had everything and now i have nothing at all.
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No Longer The Moon: A collection of writings from the month of October
Non-FictionSome days I write because I have to, and I have had many of those days lately. These a collection of thoughts, writings, and poems that I have thus have and will add to.
