“A faint cry; I can't figure out if it's mine or if it's echoing the other half of my broken heart—the one beating in his chest.” RomanceLossHeartbreakConnectionIntrospectiveEmotional PainPsychological FictionLyrical Prose Book:We Are Everyone Source: We Are Everyone
“Then again, in the early morning hours, when the world outside whispers of slumber, my fingers still trace the outline of a memory. He rests there, in that blind spot between the everyday, when his presence feels most palpable, engraved on the half of the bed that remains unforgivingly empty. What a paradox of loss, this heightened sense of him in the heart of his absence.” LoveLossMissingLongingMemoryParadoxIntrospectionPsychological FictionLyrical Prose Book:We Are Everyone Source: We Are Everyone