Madrid / Musings

Originally posted on Thought Catalog:
Shutterstock I don’t really remember the leaving. I remember the two short-lived hugs at my terminal. I remember the hand full of salty tears that outlined our goodbye and I remember my hands holding onto my bags so tight that my knuckles lost most of their color. I carried them…


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My relationship record isn’t pretty. I haven’t always selected wisely and although I’ve reached the point of accepting and appreciating the people and places that have molded me into who I am today, it doesn’t mean the road was easy.  Hoped realities don’t always come to pass and heartache sometimes leaves a scar despite the … Continue reading