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Her

Part I

By Jordan A. BurghPublished 5 years ago 1 min read
Her
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Her

Part I

We ran into each other for the first time in far too long, nothing but this simple heartbreaking “hey” passed between our mouths as this chance encounter echoed our last conversation and memories flood the gates of our heads and heart. we said nothing more as we stared in a mutually guarded state of wanting to walk away again or say something more than a walled off greeting ether way we carried on as if we both held ourselves back from the words we couldn’t say as if they were on the tips of our bitten off tongues. You feel it in the room as if there was a cold war brewing the tension in the air between us, as we both wanted to say how much we regret it all, how much we wished our lives could’ve been different. Nonetheless, we carried on for our pride in the most painful unanswered silence, that was our curse for we cared too much for each other to speak up.

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About the Creator

Jordan A. Burgh

i write quotes based of my life as seen through my mental illnesses, i share most of my writings in snippets and quotes. follow my instagram for more posts @jordan_burgh

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