She left 'the house that love built' on a Friday in August- She beat the sun out of bed and ran for a window to breath- the thought of actually going nearly suffocated her in her sleep…
Someone had told her that when the pain gets bad enough you’d chew through your own leg to get out of the trap and so she left her left shoe next to the front door just so he wouldn’t forget she had been there- as if the walls she’d painted or floors she’d danced on ever could…
Having overstayed her welcome nearly 12 years- all of 4,365 days, 104,760 hours, 3,285,600 minutes + infinite seconds, heartbeats and breaths- inhaled and held…
she would quietly slip out that door and leave him with love.
Over the years he would come to find all the little notes she taped behind the furniture and under carpets… Their story would haunt him for years… and while there would be days he wanted to burn her words, there would be others that her little stories left him with tears for the memories…
Her hands had touched every piece of ‘the house that love built’, its another’s laughter that would fill it.
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