...until I realized the cost of living without you was greater than all of the pain, the sorrow, the heartache that I endured while I was with you.
My heart misses you. Does your heart miss mine, too?
( I'm in love with this blog. Everything is so minimalist, yet so beautiful. Keep it up. You're doing a great job here. Take care and be well, Michael )
until I discovered that you were not worth it
ReplyDelete...until I realized the cost of living without you was greater than all of the pain, the sorrow, the heartache that I endured while I was with you.
ReplyDeleteMy heart misses you.
Does your heart miss mine, too?
( I'm in love with this blog.
Everything is so minimalist, yet so beautiful.
Keep it up. You're doing a great job here.
Take care and be well,
Michael )
of not being able to be with myself..
ReplyDeleteit's called waiting. sitting and waiting until the walls bleed and everything slips away into the cracks in the floorboards.
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