N. Ferrier
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Stories (8/0)
It Takes Time
I used to beat myself up over people leaving me. I would blame myself and overthink why they left, wonder what I did to push them away. Then one day I had a revelation of sorts: Yes, people will leave and yes, it will hurt like hell, but you can’t fall apart every time it happens. I realized that before you heal, it is likely to get worse for a while.
By N. Ferrier5 years ago in Humans
Three Years
The memories of us feel like poison in my veins, but the pain I feel at the thought of you does not matter because I still love you. You may be gone now and on to someone new, but the nostalgia of the smell of your hair and the touch of your fingertips still sends a chill from the back of my neck to the tip of my spine. Sometimes, I swear, I smell your cologne on my sheets or feel your hands on my skin. Thoughts of you plague my mind 24 hours a day—when I sleep, I dream of you and when I wake, I think of you.
By N. Ferrier6 years ago in Humans