itsrosehudson

                An Old Friend Remembered Your face stares back at me from a picture. A picture that I threw in a box with everything else that reminded me of you. A box that I hid in the top shelf of my closet a long time ago, in an attempt to forget everything. My heart weighs heavy, leaning against my rib cage, wearily looking for support to keep itself from crashing downward into bleak sorrow and pain and anger. I felt something in me, a strong emotion that had been pushing its way to the surface for a while. But it wasn’t what I thought it would be. It was something different. Something that I’d forgotten and left somewhere d