My first heartbreak you ask? I don’t think I ever got over that one. Each day I am learning to accept that that familiar smell will always circle my lungs. The way that laughed looked will forever be traceable in my iris’s. That touch consistently the mold I judge other touches by. My first heartbreak is a tolerable memory that I live through each day.
— Excerpts of stories @magnolias-and-mimosas will never finish// #203