He tore my green, soft, favorite coat, the one I wore so much. I felt I was not the one he wanted me to be, not anymore. All good things must come to an end, or should it be just the bad? Clutching my torn coat and shutting the door in front of him, tears shed from my burning eyes. I said goodbye. It is his loss, not mine.
A beautiful TTofT post. Sometimes photos can say it all, no words needed.
ReplyDeleteSo glad you joined us! Thank you for all your efforts during this pandemic!
ReplyDeleteI am so sorry about Snowball. Thank you for your dedication on the health front. Pictures do speak thousands of words. Stay well.
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