“Maybe it won’t work out. But maybe seeing if it does will be the best adventure ever.”
what was it like to love him? asked gratitude.
it was like being exhumed, i answered. and brought to life in a flash of brilliance.
what was it like to be loved in return? asked joy.
it was like being seen after a perpetual darkness, i replied. to be heard after a lifetime of silence.
what was it like to lose him? ask sorrow.
there was a long pause before i responded .
it was like hearing every good-bye ever said to me-----said all at once
Mondays were never blue
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