There was a heaviness in me all day, as if my heart had already begun mourning something that hadn’t happened yet. I saw it coming, and somehow it still unraveled me. I keep wondering why I choose hope when it asks so much of me.
There was a heaviness in me all day, as if my heart had already begun mourning something that hadn’t happened yet. I saw it coming, and somehow it still unraveled me. I keep wondering why I choose hope when it asks so much of me.