Sometimes we talk about what’s living rent free in our minds. Hers happens to be about a man who slipped through her fingers. Now, he’s an intrusive thought that pops into her brain relentlessly. Uninvited. How rude.
People come and go.
Like the ocean tides coming to and fro.
Regrets, bitterness, and heartache.
Questioning how much more a person can take.
Maybe in the next life, they will find each other again…
Side note, my Roman Empire is this scene. IYKYK. Le sigh.
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