1029 words read It was a perfect beginning to the perfect ending, we met causally one night. We did not know what would come. We played the dating game, you got scared this should have been a sign. You came running ...
The end, is the end. Or is it a beginning? As I pour the vodka in the glass. Search for suicide songs. I slip further away from myself. I tuck the kids away for the night. They are so oblivious to wh...