
Loving You
Content warning: This story mentions suicide. It’s the distance of a car ride, but I like to walk. The sweating, the panting, and the pain in my heel is worth it when I reach you. I feel like I’ve done something for you: buttered your toast in the morning, washed your clothes, watered your avocado plant. *** ‘We were never meant to be, but here … Continue reading Loving You