Where We Left Off...
Here we are again, that same old love story.
She picks herself up.
She pulls herself together and wipes the tears from her cheeks.
It was her fault and can blame no one but herself.
She tries moving on time and time again.
She vents and regrets, she drags her heart across the floors into new rooms.
Her mind is both a blessing and a curse.
She has a thousand things to say to him, and a thousand reasons not to.
Maybe one day their paths will cross again.
She will tell him how desperately in love she was with him and they'll laugh about how they broke each other's hearts.
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