Writer, Lover, Misfit
That’s the tragedy of love after loss. No one climbs to the watchtower to look out for patience or forgiveness. No one sends out a reconnaissance for love.
I didn’t miss him. I was busy, he was busy. Life rolled on. I didn’t miss him in my heart or my throat or my gut or in my head the way I missed him before. Everything was normal. Time passed as expected. Not missing […]
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