What hurts the most
Was being so close
& having so much to say,
& watching you walk away
& never knowing,
What could've been
& not seeing that loving you,
Is what I was trying to do

The clock strikes 12.

Wow, it's the 7th of October already.

I found the courage to look through the pictures, & read the older posts I've written ever since July.

Halfway reading, I broke down all over again.
All over again.

7th & Love.