There are gaping wounds like an

unmade bed, unfinished promises. We walked

away because we didn’t know what

else to do. There are raw edges that

hurt – I am not sure what

happened, if there was a moment that

changed us, if there was a time when we

could’ve stopped the change, clung together.

The only thing I know is that we didn’t

value our love enough, we didn’t try

hard enough to sustain it and it

leaked away bit by bit until we

looked and couldn’t find any.

by Cher Bibler