She sat on the kitchen floor with broken stars in her eyes and burnt promises on her tongue, and she told him, “Your life would be so much easier without me.”
So he sat by her side, close enough that their arms and hips and legs touched, and he said, “But not better.”
So he sat by her side, close enough that their arms and hips and legs touched, and he said, “But not better.”
― excerpt from a book I’ll never write (via yourhandwrittenletter)
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