Four months.
Two thousand, eight hundred and eighty hours spent together and
W I T H O U T
each other.
Four months.
Twelve video-chats. Plenty of late night conversations, secrets shared and confessions
W A L T Z I N G
in the night sky.
Four months.
One hundred twenty one days consisting of warm embraces, soft kisses and memories that will last a
L I F E T I M E.
Four months.
Two panic attacks.
His arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her closer and whispering "breathe... I'm here for you."
Several deep
C O N V E R S A T I O N S,
with mental health sewn into them.
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Pomegranate Seeds at Modnight
PoesíaShort chapters filled with emotions, breakdowns and heartbreaks. Some parts are memories/moments that go on in my life.
