She didn’t know what exactly she was crying for. Or worse, for whom. The one she was tethered to, or the one who ignited her soul?
As soon as she wiped her tears with the sleeve of his sweatshirt, she knew she had to let them both go.
She couldn’t love either of them until she fully loved herself.
I had a dream where everyone was trying to kill me.
The few faces I remember, were those closest to me growing up — my mother, a few friends, my mother’s friends, etc. All of the people who I thought loved me, were plotting my death. They put together a plan to ambush me at the same…