“Pick your poison.” he said.
“I choose you.” she whispered one last time.
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“Pick your poison.” he said.
“I choose you.” she whispered one last time.
- (deactivated)
We didn’t break up how I imagined. There was no raging argument, no storming out and swearing. We broke up quietly, kindly. I left and cried in my car desperately alone.
I feel like a sandcastle on the beach in love with the oceans waves. I know you’ll tear me down but I so desperately miss your presence.