3.Water lilies It’s 3 a.m. and I’ve given up on trying to sleep. Because everytime I do, I hear my screams. Helpless and hopeless. Desperate cries of help that will always ring in my ears. The whole night is basically about me shifting sides and my bed creaking beneath me every time I do. “Cam?” I asked, to the darkness in my room. “I miss you. I miss how you made me feel like I wasn’t a bad person. Like I had the potential to improve. And that I deserved to be treated better than being tagged as ‘illegitimate’. I miss your smile, your jokes, your presence. Everything you said, everything you didn’t. I miss you everyday, every moment. And above all…I miss us. I miss what we were together. Our talks, our time spent together. Our life after we met each other” I didn’t hear a response. But I’m not quite sure what else I was expecting. At around 7 a.m. I got up to leave. As I cycled towards my destination, I recalled every little detail of that day crystal clea...
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