Emeline B

 

 

     my dearest,   I Imagine,
to have loved so impeccably Et to have lost so immensely is a graven bliss. To the human heart and to the certain human afflicted by such a harrowed walk.

Have you ever dreamt of such love where it feels your entity of existence is filled by another? In most basic of terms, you love them and you can’t fathom a second without them?
But then you do. You must. Your glass of  exultation was suddenly shattered beyond your minds capacity to go on… that sort of deal. I possibly could not finish

Emeline, for the ghost of her shriveled heart beat tortured my days et wept through my nights.

Months later, I feel the shaken empty of her trails Et it is still very bruised to one’s spirit, as her writer I believe in her fear of no hope.

My Darlings, when you love Et when you fall in love Et when you meet your soulmate, Oui indeed it’s all so different, yet the level of pain no doubt shall be intensified with loss. Et if you don’t grieve, you shall wither either, here nor there.
That’s the concept of dearest Emeline.

“For IF all the graven of hearts shall collide, their hearts shall still not beat like ours.”Forever near the lakes of desparity,Rianna Kate Shaikhps. I cannot even open my book of
papier et write. I have indeed
fallen off the radar of wanting too 🤷🏼‍♀pss. You must listen to this song,
I did as a teenager, I feel so darn
archaic,
but imagine being born a writer Et
only discovering it in the middle
through your later stages in life?
golly, it’s like falling of a bloddy
saddle. AND, I am so good at such!