Love & the Lack Thereof

Our Story

When I thought about telling our future children

about how I met their father,

I imagined telling them our grand love story.

And how despite all of the

plot twists

conflicts

suspense

arguments —

we still made it to each other.

No amount of pages could come between us;

no spine could carry the weight of our love.

I always thought we were on the same page —

it turns out we were reading different stories.

I was a means to an end,

you were my finale.

I was but a chapter,

you were my whole book.

— n.d.

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