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there she stood,
on that old bridge above the icy river, keys in hand, tears running down her face,
eyelashes glued together in wet triangles. “i'm sick,” she cried to herself. “so sick of this.”
she didn't have the energy to let another tear fall
or whisper one more word.
instead, she just let it all go:
his jacket, his old letters,
the photograph of him embracing her. gone. and it may seem crazy,
but after she watched it sink past the blue of the water,
she turned and wiped her eyes,
got into the car, and left,
promising herself she would never come back.
and you know what?
she never did.
:-D i love this.
i've been thinking about how much happier ive been since the asshole hasnt been in my life. gosh, its amazing.
on that old bridge above the icy river, keys in hand, tears running down her face,
eyelashes glued together in wet triangles. “i'm sick,” she cried to herself. “so sick of this.”
she didn't have the energy to let another tear fall
or whisper one more word.
instead, she just let it all go:
his jacket, his old letters,
the photograph of him embracing her. gone. and it may seem crazy,
but after she watched it sink past the blue of the water,
she turned and wiped her eyes,
got into the car, and left,
promising herself she would never come back.
and you know what?
she never did.
:-D i love this.
i've been thinking about how much happier ive been since the asshole hasnt been in my life. gosh, its amazing.