When love lies
They feel alive against the cold stone, like a small piece of her is here with me.
“I wish things were different. I wish they had loved me the way they were supposed to. But I’m… me, Mom. And I can’t let them define who I am.”
I stay a while, letting the quiet wind carry my words. The grief, the anger, the betrayal—they all sit with me here, but for the first time today, I feel a small measure of peace.
Finally, I straighten, brushing my hands against my jeans. I breathe in deeply, letting the scent of the lilies mingle with the crisp air.
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