“And if I don’t wait, I won’t look, and not be disappointed. I honestly think I will be kinda happy to not search or wait, to just be finished with it all. As fickle as love seems to be I seem to capture it in ink for all that it can, or all that it should be. So it is with ill gotten gains of scars and pain that I do refrain from the very thing I desire to have and to hold but for some reason can’t attain. Love, I can tell you stories that would make you cry, love, live and die in my words alone, but to feel it, to feel it to the bone, now that’s where words run out and I find myself alone. Like every letter is the detail, as the punctuation meets the exclamation, I die there in love upon the page.”

by Ryan L. Rinehart

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