The Choice

I should have been surprised but I wasn’t. I think a part of me knew, and had always known, if I had to choose, who would I choose.

The person who hurts you the most by not speaking to you, is the person you love the most. And it isn’t him, it never could be; it’s you. And it terrifies me that it’d always be you.

Even drunk, I couldn’t drown my sorrows. They took me under. And they reminded me I could never escape.

Time doesn’t heal wounds. Distance doesn’t matter. All they can do is dim the pain, but the wounds won’t close.


Moonlight

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