I'm sick of wrapping myself tight in these bed sheets because my arms keep reaching for you are not there but miles away. I'm sick of telling you I love you through written words that you cannot yet see because it is far too early but I never been so sure about something in my entire life. So even though I miss being in your arms, I'm glad I have you to miss. And even though it's far too early, and you cannot yet see these words meant for you, I love you.
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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...
