The Story that Never was...
Listen to; You're Somebody Else, Flora Cash, When we were Young, Adele, You were the story I never wanted to tell. The story that I would so often throw under the rug and forget. Or the story that I held so much to myself because it was the only thing that was mine. It was the only thing that ever was. Just a story. The story that if I opened the book of us and started to tell, then, it would be more than just my mouth talking. It would be my eyes tearing up and my heart wanting to say things that it should never have to say. It would be my soul pleading and begging and asking, "Was I that forgettable?" What is it with love and mistakes and regrets and sins? And what is it about these things that lead me back to you over and over and over again? And even now, if you just said my name the way you say it, I would come crashing back at your door. You starve me of your love and what do they say about that kind of love? That even though you served it on a blade or sword I wou...