Letters to a hummingbird
"Even though you only loved me for a year, sometimes I feel like that October 8, 2017 lasted a lifetime. I feel like you saw me born that day and, as time went on, saw me grow and mature. I also feel that when it all ended on November 2, 2018, in a way you saw me die too." ~*~ Autobiographical letters about a breakup. Everything written here is real and is part of my journey of overcoming. Feel free to read.
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