Life, it continues.
Whether you want it to or not. You can only make sense and live with what's around you. You can only deal with the select amount of cards you've got because everyone else has a different combination. I got a job so I can't ponder on you all the time, although, if it was up to me I wouldn't do anything without you. I know I sound like a child reading these but I don't care. I see you in princess booplesnoop sometimes. The green around her pupils makes me think you're there but I know that's crazy talk. I want to go see a medium to see if you could contact me one last time minimum. To see if you have any messages for me. You probably don't but I can't help but want to hear you say something to me so I could heal. I spend too much crying over you but you are my baby. My kitten. My love. Mí amor. It's one of my days off and I'm crying over you.
You meant so much to me now you're not in my life.
YOU ARE READING
Polly
Short StoryPolly, Well. You are and were the best and worst thing that ever happened to me. 10 years of my life that I want back not that I could get it back.
