Trash

Another day in the healing process.

I don’t have handwritten letters to burn.

Although, I do have messages on my phone. Videos of you being drunk and silly. Some of you singing. I have pictures. Some of us together. Some of you laying in my bed. Naked. Some of you sleeping in my arms.

Just deleted all of that trash.

Wish I could do the same thing with my memories and feelings.


LV

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