“ She held my face in her hands as if I was the treasure. ”
The truth is I do love you. Admitting that means opening myself up to all that pain when you leave. After you realize this wasn’t love, but gratitude.
~ Kelly Moran
I think only when you are truly alone can you see you never were.
Before she knew it, she was just another set of eyes in a dusty attic, waiting for the stairs to creak.
She needed to come with an instructional manual. And one not written in Spanish.
