Bitter Magnolias

Bitter Magnolias

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I remember the way his eyes smiled before his lips did, the way his dimples deepened as he laughed, I can even remember the way his scent filled my nostrils like the sweet, yet bitter scent of a Magnolia's blooms. All I have now are the memories of him, the old him, the one I wanted to grow with instead of grow apart from. Now we're like the graceful leaves of a magnolia tree, bound together at first by branches made of heartfelt words and memories, but ripped from those same branches by harsh winds made of even harsher truths. We fell apart; going down different paths as we made our way to the ground, bound to end up farther apart than we started. Now I'm lost and confused, with nothing to lose except for you.
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