He would have loved it here. I think it's when I see stuff I know he'd love, it hurts me the most. But he's not mine and I'm not his and our time has passed in what seems like minutes. And maybe one day he'll come back to me, or maybe one day I'll leave and I'll never have to see, what it's like to live without the one I loved the most. The one he used to be.
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The longing for you, The ending of us.
PoëzieThe longing for you, The ending of us is a collection of poems, letters, excerpts from stages of my life and relationships. With this I hope to show that no matter what you are going through at the time you are not alone. No matter how alone you fee...