A simple story about a complicated situation, and two lost people who want nothing more than to be with each and fail miserably every single time. And now the will for “another go” has died, but the desperation to go on is still alive. Dampened by fear and the sense of loss that’s overcome them both.
This is just my story. Or rather, my side of the story. It’s my only way of living through the aftermath.
For those of you who read my work, I’m obliged that you would spend your time reading my page. It’s my first attempt at serious writing.
For those of you who comment and relate, I could not thank you enough. After all, all that anyone in pain wants is acceptance.
For my muse, all I can say is… go well my love. All my love and hope is yours. There will always be a bit of you in everything I pen.