Sometimes, I think you were never here. It’s history that hangs around. It’s a memory. But it isn’t you.
I’ve forgotten your laugh. The therapist says “That’s fine. That’s normal. Don’t feel bad.”
I don’t feel bad. I feel awful.
You were the sun. Isn’t that what they say? You were the sun, and I was nothing until you shined on me.
Or is it shone?
The biggest difference between now and back then is that I don’t know how to check myself.
“Is it shined or is it shone?”
“It could be either.”
There’s no one to let me know.
Nice use of sun metaphor.
You touched my heart. Well done.
Powerfully done. The simplicity manages to render real pain.
This story does give the heartstrings a little tug – especially the last line. Well done.