Thursday, June 23, 2011

The Red

When hurt turns red and a piece of your heart is missing. When the cold bites deep and you’ve got that feeling like you just got out of surgery. When the only way to stay sane is to concentrate on anything else but how you feel. When you count the tiles in the ceiling. When you push the earphones closer. When the first day of winter arrives. When you remember every nuance of every word of every time. When all this happens.


Embrace it. Feel every feeling. Cry every tear. Sob every sob. Because this is what it feels like to have loved.

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