LoreenaCole

i. We found each other like hope on the coldest, darkest day of January. You took my hands, eyes soft like the clouds before rain and promised me a whole life that was not yours to give. No one had taught you about borrowed forevers. No one had taught me about people like you who looked like homes but were quicksand instead. ii. This is how we ended: I stopped talking but you didn’t notice because you stopped listening long ago. iii. People fall in such deep, dark love with each other that they forget that love is a perishable thing. They hold on long past the love growing bad until one of them finally catches scen