You havenât reached out to me in months. I havenât reached out too. I think I donât care about fixing us anymore. I cut my mind with thoughts of possibilities too many times. My mind still bleeds memories of us till this day, and Iâm still trying to figure out a way to recover from you and I splitting apart like stain glass at church.
- Alexa Evangelista, the book Iâll never finish writing
















