Connected by Love (1/3)
Inspiration hits with a flash, stories written on the go. A rumble of laughter and the tale is heard only in echoes. The wind blows me in a new direction. Whom shall I visit next?
I'm torn, my dear. I don't know what to do.
I wish you were alive, that you'd respond
To guide me, as before--but you're beyond
Such interactions now; still, I seek you.
Just hear me, please. I lack all peace of mind.
It shuffled off just after you withdrew.
My discontent awakened, and it grew;
I was ashamed. Though ever strong and kind,
And though I loved you utterly, I found
My friendships precious, meaningful, fulfilling,
And, in their ways, as strong and as profound
As ours, my darling. None could take your place,
But those I love are valued, and they're willing
To share my journey gently and with grace.
No prequels yet. Why not write one?
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