IF LOVE WOULD HAVE SAVED HER, SHE COULD'VE LIVED FOREVER.
But love wasn't there, love had left her behind. No, love didn't save her, love left her drowning in her own tears when it got hard at three in the morning. Love had forgotten her, turned away from her and made her pick up the pieces of her broken heart by herself. Love had pushed her to the side, shut away from the light. So she feels the emptiness weighing her down every day. She feels the dread, the loneliness; it's heavy like an anchor, like lead is sitting on her shoulders. It feels like she's dying. It’s interesting. She can feel sadness so deeply, she can feel anger so intensely; and yet she struggles to feel happiness. His voice is still that deep, husky kind of sound that she has always admired, and that laugh that she just can't get enough of. He has the arms she wants to be wrapped in, the smile she wants to see everyday of her life, the lips she wants to kiss, the eyes she wants to look into, the voice she wants to listen to for hours and hours, the laugh that she can never resist and the heart that she has fallen in love with. To read more of Eventually, click here.
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