«I haven’t stopped loving you. But it’s a different love. I carry you with me but I have come to terms that some people don’t belong in my life and you are one of them.»
—D. M.
"This time last year, I could have told you who I was, and who I was going to spend the rest of my life with. Twelve months have passed and now all I’m sure about… is that it’s December again."
rhymingtherapy, writing prompt #72, write about December
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