I was scared, holding onto the only love I've ever known. I was holding onto the old us. In the beginning, you tried, you made me happy, and I was a priority. You bought me little gifts, sent me sweet morning texts, surprised me at work, and actually made time for me. Then, months went... Continue Reading →
“Empty Bottles Full of Stories” by Robert M. Drake
The beautiful gift and curse of being human, to give and to take away. It is both a curse and a blessing to feel things so deeply. And too much of anything will always be too much for you to bear. Always. And all of us are terribly looking for ways NOT to shatter. And... Continue Reading →