The Ninth of January, Two Thousand and Fourteen

Everything Beautiful Eventually Dies

Learned one of the toughest lessons, for me, I’ve ever had to learn today.  Sometimes, no matter what you still have to say, no matter how much you still want to fight for what you want, you just have to let the other person have the last word.   And then swallow your own, take what little dignity you have left, and walk away in silence.

Still haven’t learned the one about not turning around in the rain, at the end of the driveway, and looking back to see if anyone is still at the doorway.

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