Many days of late she spent by the door. Looking into the room she couldn't bring herself to enter. She had selected the floors and paint.
Had laid it all out to be just so.
Now it sat empty.
The contents removed piece by piece. Each found a new home.
One thing she could not let go.
It was to be worn on the way home, instead the tags hung from the fluffy pink dress.
Closing the door, she had to move on.
The love she felt hurt, a reminder of all she couldn't give.
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E. W. Lynn
I love to read and am now beginning to enjoy writing.
I aspire to be a published author, as a hobby. I currently have 4 novel ideas going.
Wish me luck! :)
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Black eyes looked back into my own. The color was not as I expected. Why was she so quiet? I felt my heart race as I met the creature, I was soon to be responsible for. The weight of the responsibility landed in my heart. The feeling of combined love and fear was overwhelming. Only calmed when I noticed how our breathing synchronized. It was as if this tiny baby and I were one in that moment.
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