I fall down and my palms split open against the gravel. Injuries on the outside are easy to endure and I get up without hesitation.
I sometimes feel like life is just one big test to see how long we can survive.
I love you, Ella May and nothing will ever change that. You can push me away -run away – and I will still love you.
There are no accusations with writing, no judgment, no shame, only freedom.
It’s a moment I’ll remember forever, because it belongs to me.
I’m pretty certain my worthless heart shatters inside my chest, and she steals one of the pieces. If it didn’t already belong to someone else I probably would have handed her all the pieces right then and there.