This article is written by a student writer from the Her Campus at UNT chapter.
I feel so heavy.
Nights drag on and the valleys in my cheeks, carved by my tears, grow deeper.
I wonder, does it end?
I ask, has it even begun?
Glimpses of serendipity flood my mind.
Freedom at fingertips. Sun-soaked skin and windswept hair as we blare our favorite songs down long, winding roads. Sunroof open and windows d-o-w-n.
Champagne bubbles fizzing in the pit of my stomach when he whispers that he loves me in my ear.
Baby hiccups and blue eyes. We lock eyes and he smiles back at me. I think of who he will become.
Tattoos. Tangerines. Teakwood.
I’m going to make it back to myself one day. Not today, but one day.