Oct 1, 2020
It is not her love coming to an end; she will always have love tucked underneath her rib cage. This is another failed love attempt reaching its last page, a relationship fading into the image of a memory, and a woman understanding that it is not her job to plant, water, and harvest love in a man all at once, especially one who doesn’t want to taste the goodness of her love. All that matters now is that she gave it her best shot, another bullet wound from someone she handed the gun to.
Pierre Jeanty
