“Because, darling, I’ll make my way back to you.
If it’s the last thing I do, I’ll find a way.”
Maybe this is how it’s all supposed to be. If you believe in fate, that is. I got lost inside myself. Trapped in a prison within my head. Thoughts never ending. Never slowing down. Never allowing me to be who I am. But I’m determined. Can you see it? This determination in my eyes? If we are meant to be, we will be again. I have to believe that. And I hope you’ll still be there, waiting for me. Because, darling, I’ll make my way back to you. If it’s the last thing I do, I’ll find a way back to you.
© Sarah Doughty
2018
Wait for me, please.
I’m coming.
😍
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I hope so, and not so much longer as all that, either. Gorgeously yearning. ❤
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I am experiencing exactly this right now. He still fills my dreams. Every night, I feel him. Every day I look to see if he’s texted. I keep thinking that someday he’ll realize that we were meant to be together.
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