I wish I could write you in any other way I could but this. I wish I could write our love without spilling some bitterness in it. I wish I could tell the world of your love and the contentment that you give me. But right now, this is the only way I know how to write you without hurting myself furthermore just by merely remembering the memories we’ve shared and the good times we’ve had. Right now, the only way I know how to cage your name into words is by writing how you aren’t here anymore.
the way that you left me is an oeuvre (l.s)












