There Has To Be A Way

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I loved him

I thought he felt the same

We had our differences

But there was always a way

A way to reach each other

And hang onto the last vestiges of our love

But with a word or two

He killed what was left

With his careless and callous ways

Striking me down to a mess of emotions

Crying for what once was

And praying it was only a nightmare


Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – vestige

Day 91 – 100 Days of Happiness

I am so excited and back into a more comfortable place… I got my car back from the body shop.  I don’t know about you but I find it a little hard to get used to another car.  The basic idea of driving is the same for all cars but wipers, cruise control and lights are different in all of them.  It took me two days to find the off button on the radio (not that I actually wanted it off, just wanted to know).  The gas petal was very receptive to the slightest of touch.  Where mine has a stiffer feel to it.  The brakes were about the same.  But now I don’t have to worry about all the little quirks in the car as I have my Scarlet back… yes, it is a red car.  LOL