FlawedGem
She believed in love-the kind that lasted. Raised on the quiet devotion of her parents, she gave her heart fully, trusting it would be returned. But then came him. He felt like home, until he didn't. He left. Came back. Left again. And with each departure, she lost a little more of herself.
How do you love when love is fleeting? How do you hold on when you're always waiting for someone to stay?
When love is almost forever, can you ever truly let go?