I’m still here.

my love comes like rain.

Think of leaving as another one of my adventures.

It’s not always one particular moment.

I slip off my shoes, and tiptoe to the pavilion.

I only ask that now and then, you think of me.

interlude #1

the undeniable beauty of a rainbow next to the moon.

It's all so heavy.

You smelled like cigarettes, cologne, and petrichor.

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