And the day came when the risk to remain in the bud was more painful than the...– Anaïs Nin
Heart flutters. Mind wanders. Snow crunches under my feet. I revel in my thoughts and I warm up.
Past musings ...
Emo tunes gently pipe as I remember the “one that got away”. The one who gently ripped my heart from my chest, fervently stole it for a few years, and tossed it away in a cell when he was done. The same person who feels that I was the “one that got away.” It seems he forgot how hard he pushed me out. Not that I’m bitter, because I am. But it is always the boys that...