Each closet, each dust bunny. Every nook and cranny, everything reminds me of you.
How can one person be in my life this deep.
More than anyone else, you have gotten into my system. You have become an existence I am frightened of.
This can't go on.
Maybe it doesn't need to.
Maybe it doesn't have to.
The white dress hung in simple, flowing folds. It was beautiful, but it contained lost love and broken promises.
Broken by the one thing nobody can reverse.