Then why are you here?

I want to know this from you, why are you here? When this goes nowhere, you don't love me, you put me last, you don't care to express emotion, we have nothing in common, you are aloof, you won't let go either,

What is it that keeps you, what is it that keeps the control, what is it that you can't let go?

Why are you here?

You will never say but I still ask, for my sake,

Why are you here?

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Never

The writing was on the wall. It just took me a very long time to read it, comprehend it.... That we were never . We were never meant to be.

Own your Ocean

Do not worry about your tears. They are your ocean. A release. Full of emotion. A swell, a tide, salty and sweet. You are a deeply feeling woman and that is why you cry. It's because you feel. Think about it. You're a piscean. A fish. Water. Tears. You are in your element. Own your ocean.

Frankie

It's strange how much a four legged furry family member brings you warmth. Yesterday, I asked my doggo to sit next to me, and she did. I told her "Frankie, Frankie... I'm sad Frankie. I'm really sad". She looked at me, like really looked at me. Her eyes showed me she knows. I kept petting her and she flopped her head into my lap. Dogs bring such comfort. It's amazing. They are so full of unconditional love. They can't say it to us but they are there, listening and loving.

Elly Grey

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