197//365 / by Rebecca Tillett

197//365
197//365

(197//365) He asked me today if I'm happy. I said as long as I'm looking forward, not looking back. There's still so much hurt in his eyes and remorse in mine.

And the knowledge that while we may have begun severing all practical and state-recognized ties, the ones that matter-the raw, feels like home familiar love like only two people who have been through hell and back together throughout half a lifetime could fathom-will never yield.