#earlgr4y

[floraldemic]

In the end, you didn’t choose me. But just so you know, I would have chosen you over and over and over again.

9:56pm / 6.25.19

[floraldemic]

Oh.

-me realizing it’s 1am

[floraldemic]

I met someone new today. It’s been a couple of months and I’m still not over you. But he was funny and kind, just as you were. I would like to say I’m into him, but I’d be lying. I miss you. But he’ll have to do.

[floraldemic]

My favorite places had become tainted with memories of us, so I went back with the intent to erase them. But each step taken on the paths we walked only made my longing for you stronger.

5:38pm 5/23/19

[floraldemic]

Holly’s second winter.

[floraldemic]

something she thought would get better over time only got worse and engulfed her every being. like a sick dog, depression demanded her constant attention.

[floraldemic]

This evening my fiancé and I sat in the living room in silence. It wasn’t the silence everyone hopes for, you know, the “her reading a book over there as he sips a cup of tea over here” perfect silence; two people completely content doing their own thing, but together in the same room. No, it was the kind of silence where you feel a bit off, where something just isn’t right and you can’t relax. Her and I looked up at the same time and I think we both knew.

[floraldemic]

It was the summer of 2013 and I was madly in love with her. Her blackberry stained lips grinned endlessly and her blue eyes shone like metal reflecting in the hot sun. I would have proposed that year, but she was a thing of the wild and I could not bring myself tame her. I’m married now with two kids and another on the way. My wife is beautiful, but she doesn’t like blackberries.

Excerpt from a book I'll never write