“You see, it wasn’t one thing that spelled
the end for us. It was all those little things.”
Have we come to this point? Is this really the end of us? Did something so small and inconsequential break down everything we built? Everything that made us real. Everything that made us last. Everything that made up the foundation of us.
Looking back, I see the fault lines, and those tremors that deepened the cracks just a little further over time. You see, it wasn’t one thing that spelled the end for us. It was all those little things. Left unchecked. Left to fester. And before we knew it, always and forever became here and now. A horizon that couldn’t be crossed unless we went our separate ways.
© Sarah Doughty
2017
Eventually, the little things
start to add up.
If only I could have
known that then.
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It’s, never one solitary incident that makes the two of you break, it’s, all the little things the two of you overlooked from before, that got, piled up, and, with that final little pebble that came down, then, everything, CRASHED!
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Oh yes indeed. Thank you so much!
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