I am sifting through the heartache, picking through the remnants of the end of something we once called the great love of our lives. Now there’s only scraps, memories, dreams, visions of a smile and how you helped me up the stairs if I lost my balance; but something changed. You were not always the …
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Petrichor - An Online Journey 