Its midnight and I’m walking alone. The moon stares at me from behind, taunting me to go back. I left the cottage at dusk. Without saying goodbye, I packed my life away and walked to the door. He sighed in his sleep. I flicked him off and walked straight out into the warm, lazy breeze. And so I’m left to wander the side roads. I glance back every so often but it hurts too much to stare, to know what I could never have. Maybe I’ll get a car of my own and drive to my wits end. Millions of possibilities flood through my head but they seem like distant dreams. The scary reality is I may see him again and be pulled right back. I hope not. I hope I can start anew and so I keep walking. One foot ahead of the other with a cheerful tune but my violet eyes are still mourning.
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