Proof that we did it. That we went through it. That we learned something. That our hearts were broken. That we were loved. That we weren’t loved enough.
But I have infinite tenderness for you. I always will. All my life long.
today’s idiom from my changyu calender read, “one day, three autumns”, meaning when you miss somebody, twenty-four hours can feel like one thousand and ninety five days.
I miss your laugh, your tired gaze, the tangled curls of your hair. you.