Ready.

| January 5th, 2017

I was ready to spend the rest of my life with you, but I won’t spend the rest of my life mourning the loss of you.

Still, don’t take my forced nonchalance for anything but a mask. I seem cold, but it is my world that is colder.

The red rose is less red.
The blue sky is less blue.
The sweet air is less sweet.
And I am less without you.

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