this one's for the lonely
My mind and body struggled to conceive the pain inside that was emotional and physical all at once.
But just as I pushed everyone away when me and Dean were done, it was more serious with him. I wasn't myself anymore. In Washington were I was supposedly being an amazing reporter wasn't the case. I spent my days at bars getting drunk and who knows what else, and coming home with a new toy each night.
I would dream of our avocado tree, and the plans set in our minds. Our hopeful and young minds.I would dream of him and only him while I tried methods that weren't worth it at all. But mostly I would dream of the child I conceived-
but no more.