I awoke one morning filled with a strange sensation. An inexplicable inferno burned inside of me. My body began to shift, my feet moving through the day's quiet peace. I knew not of my final destination, only that it appeared to be a path that I had travelled before. The world seemed to dance by me, while I continued to trek, unaware of the places I roamed. I felt no shock as I once again found myself in front of him.
I was spinning in constant circles, and repetitive cycles. I tried to let go, but all roads led back to him. Thoughts of him woke me in the morning, obtained my devotion by mid-day, and managed to destroy me once again by nightfall. The routine had grown tortuous, and I could not bear to follow it any longer, yet I always found my way back to it. While I may have been used to participating in our unspoken routine, time did not heal the pain it brought me.
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Clinging to Unreachable Stars
RomanceA memoir that centers on the idea of not only living through the seasons of love and life but the self-growth and exploration that comes with change. The book tells the tales of love, heartbreak, despondency and maturation over the course of 5 years...
