When she moved away she stopped looking, for she knew she wouldn't see them in the city. Something that both broke her heart and healed it. But soon the sheer want to see them again began to drive her insane so she went home. And when she went home she took the back roads home, remembering the three am drives, and that one last goodbye.
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The Art of Mending A Broken Heart
Short StoryI don't think it's about finding myself as much as it is about remaking myself. I had been this girl for awhile, and then I started changing. Heading in a new direction blindfolded. I think it's time to take the blindfold off and create myself with...
