Once Upon A Time

She used to keep her purse crammed with candy, and she'd hide candy in her bedroom. We found it in her drawers, between her mattress and boxspring, in little nooks and crannies all over her room. When she was little we would occasionally awake in the middle of the night to find her standing by our bed, staring wordlessly at us.

In my heart a difficult battle continues to be waged. Part of coming to terms with adulthood is learning how to make room for failure. Some things, you get one chance at, and when you miss it, well, that's it.

Afterwards, you make accomodations. Like after a car wreck, you walk with a limp, or you can't taste lemons anymore.

Love is a complicated thing.


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