Monday, 21 November 2011

one year


All of the times you retreated, I followed you. You always said that if I'd waited long enough you'd have come out of your cave and found your way back to me, but I never waited long enough. I always beat you to it. This time, I've waited and waited for a whole year, but you never came.

With the softest of hearts, I surrender.

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