This Is What I Learned From Loving You
This is what I learned from loving you, the hardest lesson: that the same hands that could love me, and hold me tenderly, could crush me.
This is what I learned from loving you, the hardest lesson: that the same hands that could love me, and hold me tenderly, could crush me.
I write to remember. I write our memories into existence on paper, our bodies twirling and dancing in the foggy, midnight air of a Minneapolis bar.
I am not the ‘Hey babe, come over now that it’s 3AM and I’m bored and lonely.’
He has blue eyes and blonde hair.
She always dreamed of this, of the perfect moment,
of someone new slipping into her life like a sunkissed angel.