I guess it’s true when they say it never rains but it pours.

One ordinary night it hit hard, the memories took me to the darkest place I was trying to forget. I found myself crying tirelessly and my heart crushed for the second time. I can’t believe I’m fighting to pull myself away from the place I thought I had gotten over.

It’s strange how the smell of your perfume on my long-sleeved green shirt is still so strong. Should I wash it or cling to it, as it’s literally the only thing you have left me with? Funny how the last time we were in my room I asked to keep one of your ID photos, perhaps my soul knew earlier that you were soon to be a memory, an aftermath after a destructive hurricane and a once-upon-a-time in my fairy-tale story.


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