“He loves me…” she said while plucking one petal. Silly thing to do, but she needed something to calm her heart. “He loves me not…” she said louder on the next one, remembering the words from the night before trying to understand why they even fought. “He love mes…” she whispered to the wind, wishing to every shooting star, they wouldn’t break apart. “He loves me not…” she said with a trembling voice, as her tears streamed down, only seen by the southern lights. “He loves me…” she finally said with resolution, believing in the power of their love, knowing, together, they’d find a solution. //Love Wins May 31 of #maypoeticwings by @poetessbecca and @belezaangel and #MayFalls by @fallspoetry Did this with my hun @areadingwriter and her Rodnoy @flightofpoesy ❤ × And that's a wrap! *claps excitedly* Thanks to all of you who stuck around and motivated me to keep going even though you've no idea you done that haha. 💕 Many thanks to @poetessbecca @belezaangel @breath_words_ @aseawords (💓) for the prompts and inspiration. It took me to many different places and gave birth to many great (and not so great) writings. But above all, it kept me inspired to write outside the challenge as well. So if you are struggling with your writing right now, they've got June challenges ready! 😆 . If you've read this far, you're my hero! 🏆 × #Mah_Writes #emotionallyinconstant
