• Alexander.

    by  • January 16, 2017 • * Safe for Work * • 0 Comments

    Today marks one year since I left you.

    One year since we talked in the park. One year since I cried on a random stoop because I couldn’t see through the tears enough to walk home.

    Most days, I still miss you. Most days, I search the crowd for your face, or the streets for your car.
    Most days, I don’t find you.

    Some days I do.

    Today marks one year since I had you. Today is an eternity.

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