The sweet fragrance of a lone spider lily plant in full bloom carries me back to the night Liam had got on one knee. The heart had had only a split decision to offer. My sketch of a suitable boy had been parental approved with a hint of attitude. He was nice enough, but where was the challenge?

Sitting cross-legged in the dark balcony, yet another tear escapes my blackened eye. One thought replays yet again, “Would he have treated me like this?”

I Will Never Know
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  • June 8, 2017 at 8:56 am
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    How terrible. Subtle way of telling the story. Perhaps she should walk out, so that there are no regrets.

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