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I am sewing a quilt for us. I want us to be warm.

I am close to the end of who I am now. I do not go with fear, hope or expectations.

It is sad, darling, that we were not meant for forever. But isn't it wonderful that we had this, now, with each other? Is it not enough that if only for a day, we were in love? I will forget you, but my heart will not.

Not everything has to mean something. Things are allowed to simply be.

Please be gentle with me.

Falling in love doesn't leave me with hope, only fear

I am finally at peace with the wars around me.

She and I were never meant for this, were we?

I didn’t owe her anything, in this lost love. I still give her my grief, when she gives me nothing.

Words written in love and agony still ring true with a bitter taste left behind on my tongue.

Why bother with last goodbyes when no one will see my words until I am gone

Even if just for today, I will not let myself have her. Tomorrow, I will try again.