Email me. Send me the story of your day. Lyrical or factual, I just wish to hear. To share a day with you. Tell me the details you wish to keep out, or keep them hidden, whatever satisfies your heart. I will message in return the story of my day, if you wish to hear it. This day deserves to end with a sprinkle of magic.

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Thank you, thank you so very much.

I’m horrid, I’m thoughtless, I’m stupid and cruel. I’m wasted, I’m nothing, only a tool. I’m hollow, I’m empty, and hurting too. I’m sorry, I’m sorry, so sorry for harming you.

“Hold me, hold me, hold me,” she murmured. Her body was so weak, so frail, and the stream of tears could begin any moment. She wanted warmth so badly, though she knew she didn’t need it. She would be all-right, as always, but in this moment, she just wanted warmth. She wanted to be held. She wanted to cry on a shoulder instead of holding it all inside. She had accepted the truth of the lack of love and she was left hollow, eyes wide open in disbelief. She wanted to discover love again, but the true kind. The kind inspired by breeze, blooms, and summer verdure, not the kind that relied on fickle human hearts.