A LIFE WE NEVER SHARED
Sep 8, 2018 · 1 min read

In my hand is a glass bottle…
Filled with all the things I want to say and all the love I want to give and all the memories that we have yet to make.
The bottle is overflowing and becoming heavier and heavier with every day that passes.
I know that someday this bottle is going to break, my hands will bleed and all that will be left will be the bloodstained remnants of a life we never shared.
