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400 · Apr 2016
Love's story
abby Apr 2016
Love was meeting for the first time and asking her for a dance
Love was sitting on the bench in the park when you didn't have money for a movie
Love was being young, wild and free
Love was showing her off to all your friends who wished they could be you
Love was letting yourself go and letting her in
Love was getting up in front of your whole family and giving her a ring
Love was scared
Love was exciting
Love was the big wedding day
Love was the hot sun and deep waves of the honeymoon
Love was buying your own home in an unfamiliar town
Love was beginning new careers
Love was creating two daughters
Love was creating a son
Love was dealing with sickness and unwellness
Love was celebrating holidays and new years
Love was making memories around the world
Love was finding alone time in the midst of chaos
Love was getting through losses of loved ones
Love was finding comfort in spirituality every Sunday
Love was appreciation
Love was growing up
Love was working all day everyday without having the time to say how are you
Love was stressed over all the broken pieces of the past
Love was fighting over who knows what and who knows why
Love was yelling at 2am
Love was trying to connect with her even though she pushed you away
Love was another woman
Love was another man
Love was crying
Love was hurting
Love was realizing that love was not the same

Love was leaving
"I have my mother's mouth and my father's eyes; on my face they are still together." - Warsan Shire
393 · Oct 2016
Gone
abby Oct 2016
I can no longer feel
the butterflies you let loose
in the depths of my stomach
your scent is washed away
along with the colours of
the sweater you let me borrow
I can't seem to remember
the last laugh we shared
or the first
I don't have the urge
to pick up my phone at 2am
just to hear your voice
I'd rather stay in alone
than plan something
for us together
your face isn't the star
of all my dreams
I can't seem to feel anything
anymore
and I'm scared of what that means
please make it stop
380 · Feb 2016
One day
abby Feb 2016
For some reason
Every time I take a trip down memory lane,
You stand out
It's not like I knew you for a long time,
And I talked to you for less.
Maybe it's because I feel guilty
For the way I let things turn out,
Or the fact that I took you for granted.
Maybe all I want to say is
I'm sorry
And I hope you know that.
Who knows,
Maybe someday down the road
We'll meet again in a new country
In a random coffee shop
And we can start over.
I know you haven't forgotten me either.

— The End —