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sunlit scars and scribbles (you are celestial #3)
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Ongoing, First published Sep 03
when the blazing sun's touch is gentle to the skin,
and the cold breeze kiss makes me grin;
when my mind is impressively quiet,
and my demons finally learned the word silent;
when love is a word that isn't foreign to me,
and peace is a friend i lay with under the tree,
a pen in one hand,
the other reaching the clouds,
this is how the laughter evolves,
the way i heal, and thank the universe,
a collection of poetry and prose:
this is sunlit scars and scribbles
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19 parts Ongoing

"The moon remembers what he forgot. Where love was promised, even as memories faded. The river still flows, and the moon still watches us. It has become the silent keeper of everything his memories left behind: every vow, every touch, every whispered dream shared beneath its glow and beside the shimmering river. Promises made just for the two of us. Though he no longer remembers, the moon does. It holds the love he lost, the love I still carry." ----- Years after her husband's death, she still writes letters by moonlight, holding on to a love lost in war. Everyone says she's foolish for waiting. Until he returns... alive, but with no memory of her and a new life that doesn't include her. Now, she must choose: hold on to a love that's already gone, or let go of the only man she ever waited for. ----- Author's Claim: This is my first time publishing a story and I know I still need improvement. I'm not a professional writer, just someone with a heart full of memories, emotions, and a love that never found its ending. Every word I've written comes from a place of longing, loss, and the hope that maybe someone out there understands. I don't know where this story will go, or if it's enough... But I do know it's real. And if you're reading this, thank you because it means the story is no longer just mine. It's ours now. - From a first-time publisher who still believes in love, even the kind that hurts. Ouchhh P.S. still ongoing and editing some parts.