Summer of 1993

l1a_09

If i had to explore, remember, hear you explain one more time i would.

Replay whatever our souls are made of by reliving the countless trials and regulations i see to this day.

To this day i wonder her and not me

What has she got that i long to be, i long to have 

What have i misread?

Did you send me signals you haven’t yet said? The feeling of empowerment she must of felt when you said i don’t love you anymore 

I can’t forget

The tears i shed that are not yet healed, the summer of 1993.

  • Author: l1a_09 (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 19th, 2023 14:57
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  • AuburnScribbler

    Brilliantly written here l1a_09.

    Though I don't know the full details of your particular account, in reading this, I relate to times of loss too, but hold on to the hope, that things will get better, as I hope you do too.

    This could also be the opening paragraph of an emotional roller-coaster of a story, where although, 1993, for you, was a time of pain, it could also act as the basis of some sort of reclamation.

    Bravo, and I hope that all is well.



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