Seconds turned into minutes and I piece of the peace I had ran away from me.
Minutes into hours and the world was no longer ours. There was no you and I, you had gone to grow among the flowers in the garden of heaven.
As days went by I had to agree with what everyone told me. “The scars will heal with time child, patience pays.” Well the wage was never enough. As days turned into weeks, I could barely move without having to come across something that reminded me of you. I was getting weaker and I couldn’t speak about it. The light began fade away. Days became darker and the night never seemed to come to an end.
For months I wondered why I couldn’t move on as easily as everyone else. But then I realized I had myself in effort to finding you.
Twelve months and now a year. I put on a smile just so I could convince everyone that I am now at peace.
However deep down I know this fragile heart can not be pieced together again.
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