Just how Far, does a Balloon Go?
Letting my balloon go that day, the same exact day we spent a morning together in family just a year before then, was indescribably tormenting. Like, I just saw you a year ago, and for you to be absent on the following year the same exact day, same exact place, sucks. It really sucks. And It hurts. I like to think that I’m not the strongest person in the world- in fact I’m vulnerable. I’m a cancer and of them all I am the most sensitive. And thus...here I am. With a broken heart, wondering beyond the odds and how far did my balloon actually go that day... and if he actually caught it...
if he actually caught it...