Skipping Inktober today

“She didn’t love you.”

”I think she did. It felt like she did.”

”Well maybe she loved you, but not enough. Not enough to be there for you when you needed her most. Not enough to stay. Not enough to call you and check on you.”

”No. She didn’t. That’s true. But she loved me more than anyone else ever had.”

Treasure. There is nothing more I value in this world than her. But she’s dead - gone forever and I won’t draw her.

Instead a couple selections from recent days.

A ballerina treading through the bloddy Jagged pieces of a sHattered heart.

A ballerina treading through the bloddy Jagged pieces of a sHattered heart.

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