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By Jane Rain Date: 2017 Mar 21 Comment on this Work [[2017.03.21.20.09.3779]] |
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I foolishly keep expecting him to walk through the door. It's easy to forget when this isn't supposed to be my life. Surrounded by his stuff, our stuff... It's enough to drive me mad. Nothing makes sense anymore. Woulda, coulda, shoulda, didn't know any better. I'm always the one left out in the cold dark. Storge. Philia. Eros. Agape. We had it all so what went wrong? The long haul is shorter than I thought. |