"The sky was liquid with rain-the rainiest day in the world-the thick healthy drizzle that feeds the trees and the ocean and which colors so many of my memories."
I have felt so strange since his departure. I feel as if my days and feelings haven been based around my thoughts for him. I feel sick and want to do something different. How do you know when to stop?? When is too much or not enough? I ache so bad for this feeling to stop...beautiful faces, why do they leave?
When do I stop wishing upon that star? How do we fix us?
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