You make this sound like a chore for you, like a job. This…,” he pressed his fingers to my heart, “it’s about love for me–undying, unwavering, unrelenting love. A love that won’t let me move on, it won’t let me get over you. I don’t want to focus on the sickness that could replace you in my heart. I don’t want to think of what will happen if I stop fighting for you, for us. But, sometimes I feel like I’m alone in this fight.

You make this sound like a chore for you, like a job. This…,” he pressed his fingers to my heart, “it’s about love for me–undying, unwavering, unrelenting love. A love that won’t let me move on, it won’t let me get over you. I don’t want to focus on the sickness that could replace you in my heart. I don’t want to think of what will happen if I stop fighting for you, for us. But, sometimes I feel like I’m alone in this fight.

– Jordan Deen –

Half Moon

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