And she said it felt like 1,000 daggers being thrust into her heart…

and they would wake up in the morning and hold each other
until the robins stopped singing their swooning songs of spring…
until their love and kisses were spent
and the sun would sweep in
to fill their hearts again
and the daffodils peeked
from their winter slumber
with ostentatious buds
blooming all around

and the day would be beautiful

and perfect

and fine.

But the day was not





It was a day of 1,000 daggers…


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