Some people feel like they don’t deserve love. They walk away quietly into empty spaces, trying to close the gaps of the past.
I want to live so densely, lush and slow in the next few years, that a year becomes ten years, and my past becomes only a page in the book of my life.
She had been so lonely, so terribly lonely, for so long. The kind of lonely that sears, that burrows its way deep inside a heart and throbs. Like a gnawing hunger.
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