Dig

by L.A. Ferro

I realized that while I may have been the villain in our story, he was the reaper, collecting all my truths only to cut them down to fit his narrative.

“Because I needed you to miss me so that when I came back, that pretty heart would know it's mine.”

Just promise you won’t stop fighting for me. I need you to dig. When I’m not the man I was yesterday, dig. DIG until you uncover the better parts of me, the parts that belong to you.”

Those hardships never truly broke us; they built us. They forged us into the people we are today.