Tuesday, April 2nd, 2013


Memories of Letting Go

Today I went to a place that I haven’t visited in a long time. A place called memories of a broken heart. In my early twenties I fell in love with what I told myself at the time was the perfect man for me. He made me feel…and now that I think back, most of the things he made me feel were not good. In fact, I often felt insecure when I was with him, thinking that I was the lucky one. In my mind I made him king, andRead More