Thief

You stole a lot of things from me, Love.

 

Mornings waking up alive

Evenings under the pale moonlight

A shared cup of coffee

Laughter while watching a silly movie

Rushed walk to the door

Adventures I could have explored

  Lingering glances

Long walks

Sweet talks

A hand to hold

Arguments

Tantrums

Silence

And so much more

Oh, you stole away precious things from me, Love.

To feel again

The courage to try again

And the capacity to love again

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