ithaca's Letters
Dear Loneliness,
I sit up at night and think of you. It doesn’t matter who shares my bed, you are always on my mind. You consume me. I’m too old to believe in fairy tales. I’m too you to give up on love. You hold me back from the future I deserve. It’s time to go our separate ways. The hold you had on me is broken. It’s time I live for myself an…read more