Such a shame that it ended this way. That in the end I broke your heart.
In spite of everything, we craved the difficulties because we never asked for easy.
Yet I was so afraid of falling for you and loving you was an idea that couldn't be chased.
I caused the destruction of you. And somehow even now, you still remind me of milk and honey. So temptingly beautiful.
So sweet. And still touched by the smell of home.
I'm sorry that I've forgotten where my home truly was.
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As The Lines Cross
Short StoryThis is not a story. It's not something that can merely be written as a sequence of events. But rather the way we fall in love for someone, in bits and pieces. Until all at once; we love. This is a collection of short stories, poems, and things tha...
