It was going to happen sooner or later. I couldn’t help it. I let myself imagine he was you.
His hand on my hand.
His lips on my forehead.
His lips on my lips.
I would believe that your arms are actually his and that they would wrap around me, protecting me from the darkness and your– his whispers would bring me back from the never-ending abyss.
I let myself imagine he was you, but you weren’t him.
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Truly an amazing piece by Krystal! She is such a talented writer and has been for many years. Her work is unique and never copied and that’s what I love about it. If you followe her hashtag #krystalg on Instagram, not only would you have the opportunity to read her beautiful poems and short stories. Her work is such an inspiration to me and I know that she will continue to inspire others as well.
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