Teach Me How to Love You
Amyceewhy can t you love melove like no otherthis is how much i love you bookno love for me
The decorations, the balloons, the tablecloth on the center table, the chairs, even the cake on the table.
Slowly I walked in, each step feeling like it weighed twice what it should have.
The cake read Happy Birthday, My Love, cut in the middle, one small slice taken out.
Standing right in the thick of it, I felt an urge to cry that I couldn't fully explain to myself. How do you explain being jealous of a dead woman? Even gone, she was loved like this. Fiercely. You could see exactly how deep it ran for him, laid out in lavender and cake and a picture too big to look away from.