Foreign language reality

I wish someone would have told me
falling out of love was a constant game of denial. I found myself clinging on to old memories in attempt  rekindle what we had. What we had before we damaged each others fragile hearts.The silence within the space we created between us, was far from the love language we once fluently spoke. We thought we fell into a bliss chapter of forever. With time we found we spoke two different languages, and through pain we found answers. As if enduring pain wasn’t enough we held on, and we waited, to see if our forever would come back to us. 


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