I am seven drafts into the post I can’t write. This post.
I thought there was an answer in his arms. To these questions burning in my mind. I thought maybe, just maybe, if I woke up next to him it would be different this time. He held me like he meant it. But, I was duped, again.
So, instead of the car crash that is my life. How about we all look away, and listen to something much much more beautiful: