moved from journal.
he leaves you on a quiet thursday
you love him like a fever gone cold
---i can.not. begin to tell you all how much the kindness surrounding this piece has touched my heart. it was one of the hardest things i've written, about one of the loneliest moments of my life. i still ache thinking about it.
there are bitter days and there are better days. on the better days, i write about not being ready to cut all of my hair off or settle down. those days sound like this.
you all are dearly loved