Despite how tumultuous our relationship was
my expectations of her were the broken promises I made to myself.
Yet gone forever, I often find myself wishing
for just one more angry phone call, one more harsh word
because in the end one of us would always say I Love You.
Debra Pascarella wrote this story.
One of my new favourites. Excellent story
Hi Guy – I wasn’t aware of this message – sorry did not thank you sooner :)
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