As I sat on the shore, my gaze travelled along the beautiful horizon, I feel his stare at the side of my head, but I didn't complain. His presence meant a lot to me, whether it was filled with love or hatred.
I wanted whatever kind of affection he had in store for me.
It was quite obvious that I loved this man, but it seems that I wasn't his cup of tea. I had nothing else to say nor do about this situation other than grant his wishes of leaving him be. And so, I just decided to spend the remaining hours I gave myself in his presence, his hurtful words and my once happy memories of him.
Him, it was always him.
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Eunoia • Book Three
Poetry𝐏𝐎𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐂 𝐏𝐈𝐄𝐂𝐄𝐒 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐍 𝐁𝐘 𝐌𝐎𝐈. • • • • • ❝ 𝑯𝒆 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒅 𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒚 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒚 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒎𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒂𝒅𝒆 𝒎𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 ❞ • • • • • Book Three of Eunoia (Bea...
