Trying to reach out against
convenience.
Imagined slights.
Lashing out.
No happy ending.
Things are changing.
She’s leaving.
Families split up.
You’ve chosen to let it go.
You didn’t expect
to fall in love with her.
Or what you’d become
if you did.
You fucked up.
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| This picture was taken exactly a year after I wish I had written this letter. There are four of us here, and there should be five. |
Inspirational Works:
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| I don't know how to tell somebody the storm they think they're facing is imagined. Or worse, that they're the ones making the wind blow. |
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| I feel like he's allowed himself to be isolated. He keeps us all at bay. |
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