“ To the beginning of the rest of our lives.- Leo ”
It doesn’t matter where I am, I’m yours.
~ Sherry Thomas
Sometimes limbs must be re-broken to set properly, her heart too needed to shatter anew before it could truly heal.
Some lovers were fortunate enough to grow old together. They’d grown old apart. She did not think him any less handsome. She only wished that she’d been there when the first line on his face had appeared, so that she could have stroked and kissed and cherished it.
I had this daft idea to come and bury the past. Except the past is not quite dead.
