Every Thought Taken

Every Thought Taken

Her love brought me to life. It also broke my heart. Far back as I can recall, not a day exists when I haven’t loved Helena Williams. In my younger years, my love for her was more familial or akin to friendship. But as the years passed, something changed between us. The unrequited love I had for my sister’s best friend was reciprocated. Like the seasons, our love fluctuated. Like the moon, some nights were dark and cold while others were bright and warm. I loved her. I love her. Nine years ago, I broke in two. She said goodbye, and I tried to let her go. She moved on and I did unthinkable things. With her gone, I fell apart. I let the darkness take over. Let myself drown. The dark was familiar. Comforting. Guaranteed. Constant. But now, I am ready to breathe again.
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