“And that night, I learned
what it meant to fall in love.”
In the mourning, I knew the truth. It wasn’t something I ever wanted to know. You see, I needed to grieve what was left behind all those years ago. Somehow, along the way, I’d forgotten just how much I’d lost. And I couldn’t help but think all that loss would mean I would lose you too. Who would want to be with someone with so much damage. More than just the physical scars, it went down to the marrow in bones. My emotions were tainted. Mentally, what remained was broken in a way nothing could ever fix. But you stayed. You assured me you would never let me down. That you were by my side for good, no matter how much bad happened.
© Sarah Doughty
That night, I learned
what it meant to have a friend.
I learned what it meant
to fall in love.
Loosely based on the events of my
first novel, Just Breathe.
Just let it go… Give yourself permission to lose yourself in the moment.
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Don’t Miss this wonderful piece!!!
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Yes!
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Thank you! I enjoyed writing this one very much.
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It was very special!
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