Isn't it funny how the memories you cherish before a breakup can become your worst enemies afterwards?
Holding my hand while the life we created together was pushed into the world.
Sweet nothings lovingly whispered in my ear as that newborn's soon-to-be-familiar cry was first heard. Promises made, kept and not kept.
Sweet nothings lovingly whispered in my ear as that newborn's soon-to-be-familiar cry was first heard. Promises made, kept and not kept.
A new found experience for the both of us.
The happiest day of his life. Until today.
The thoughts you loved to think about, the memories you wanted to hold up to the light and view from every angle--it suddenly seems a lot safer to lock them in a box, far from the light of day and throw away the key.
How does one reconcile to fate? "It's like moving mountains."
It's not an act of bitterness. It's an act of self-preservation.
It's not an act of bitterness. It's an act of self-preservation.
7 months of knowing and avoiding the obvious couldn't prepare me for this day.
It's not always a bad idea to stay behind the window and look out at life instead, is it?
(Bold, italicized words from Ally Condie)
It's not always a bad idea to stay behind the window and look out at life instead, is it?
(Bold, italicized words from Ally Condie)
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