Some days were better than others. He’d leave the house. Buy groceries. Walk in the park. Feed the squirrels. Try to go on without her. But most days were bad. On those days he’d stay in bed. Thinking only of her. Hurting as badly as he had that first day without her. And then there… Continue reading a better day
Tag: lost love
always traveling the Romani girl looks back her heart in conflict Thanks to Ronovan Writes for the inspiration. Our words today were gypsy (which I have substituted Romani) and conflict.