Soie.
Musings of a twenty something year old.
It's almost after midnight, New Year's Eve. I kissed an unimportant person when it hit midnight, but my eyes were always set on you.
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Carrying forward the gifts someone gave you while still letting them go.
I wrote a poem and said: I am erasing your fingerprints from my body, Scrubbing away the memory of your touch So that my skin doesn't ache for you anymore. Yet I still catch myself wondering—do you ever think of me?
Carrying it Without Showing
I just stepped out of the doctor's office, tears balancing in my eyes. I reach the elevator where people are standing, and I cannot let them see me cry. So deep breaths, and carry it well without showing. This has been the theme of my life lately.
PART 1: Chronicles of Loving Someone Who Was Never Mine
Suriel Hess was onto something when he said, "Over and over again the lesson I have to learn is it's not love but it's still something, it's enough to keep me from running from you."