Dear You,
I write this to assauge the wounded sensibilities of the demons of my soul. I desire the last word.It has never mattered and it never will. The attempts to salvage will always be futile. It is something I will never regret, although I refuse to cherish it. It has ended in disappointment, yes, but that was never supposed to be your responsibility anyway. In my more lucid moments, I may just look back and smile.
With lots of leftover love,
Me
I write this to assauge the wounded sensibilities of the demons of my soul. I desire the last word.It has never mattered and it never will. The attempts to salvage will always be futile. It is something I will never regret, although I refuse to cherish it. It has ended in disappointment, yes, but that was never supposed to be your responsibility anyway. In my more lucid moments, I may just look back and smile.
With lots of leftover love,
Me
I did mention about your writing poweress...but for this I can only say...the past is the past...its what you make of your present that decides your future :)
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ReplyDeleteNo judgement calls here...just a mere prespective that was put forward :) Again..your writing's awesome.
ReplyDeleteha ha...you you YOU!...all the way!
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