Ink Stained Soul…

Moments come in sudden waves. Sadness strikes and reminds you of the love you wish you had – arms to hold you, someone there to let you cry and wipe your tears. Not to fix you, just to hear you. That pesky lump in your throat. Fear that you’ll never have all that your heart dreams of. Moments like these come in waves. The feeling of being with someone who doesn’t value it is a slow death that makes crashing waves somewhat bearable.