I've never handled goodbyes with grace.they hang heavy in my chest like an anchor pulling south. the last day I went to see him words kept coming out of my mouth like broken parts of a toy which was now broken. I remember thinking to myself: don't look in his eyes, because I knew If I did I would crumble and he would see every part of my body screaming not to let go. dignity screamed for me to walk away, to let go, but the weight of my love for him held me there. there's something about losing the great loves that will change you forever. "Isn't there anything you will miss about me?" "your love," he answered "I will miss the way you love and your eyes, there was forever in those eyes"

Blandishment

Blandishment by artist Afra Afrasiabi on Seed.photo NFT marketplace, Unique Portrait photography. I've never handled goodbyes with grace.they hang heavy in my chest like