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