The details that you've been told about love won't be found here. The simplicity of love won't be on the page. The love letter that you hope to be written to you or about you; will never be found.
Because all of the love that you proclaimed on a tiny hill in your imagination for me; was left on the side of a curvy, winding, gravel back road in the middle of nowhere. Forever forgotten along with my heart with a tiny piece of myself, that was thrown out of your 'Eco officiant' car window.
All those tears and hurtful piercing fights will replay on a loop when I see anything that causes a flashback in my high mind.
YOU ARE READING
Becoming Rachel
Non-FictionThese are just my feelings and how I need to let it out. I am just a person who thoughts my words on the wall and just leaving them to influence others, or chance how some feel. #NoJudgement
