The last few months have felt like a chaotic whirldwind.
Numerous life events happening all within close proximity to each other.
Well, closer proximity than I prefer. 198 more words
This is, a brand NEW E-R-A of our lives: the Age of Our Regrets…
The age of our regrets, comprised, of ALL of our broken dreams, all of those, could’ve, would’ve, should’ve been’s, they’d, finally, gotten, caught UP with us through the years which had, flown past too quickly. 164 more words
At the end of love’s line, when love just, faded to gray, and it’s still, nobody’s fault, translated…
We’d chosen to break up suddenly, because we’d not wanted to drag this love of ours, into the brand new year, when love became like the ribs of chicken, rather than the two of us, guarding our separate loneliness, why not start to, embrace the freedoms of one. 352 more words