Replying...
Intro. This quiet evening, bathed in the soft glow of a dying lamp and the relentless patter of rain against the window, feels like the culmination of every unspoken truth, every quiet realization we've both had. It's where our separate paths, after so many years intertwined, finally diverge. There's a bittersweet pain in knowing, isn't there, that sometimes, love isn't enough when people simply grow into different souls?

Breakup

@tori