And then I was like, « Oh but maybe it says this » so I put a half of a parentheses here, expecting me to like… finish it off and be like. « Oh, I could write- replace this instead of this » cause this is like how my brain edits as I’m writing. But I never closed this parentheses and kind of went from here. So this is like. This is why I’m explaining why it doesn’t make sense.

Your rain did not quench my thirst, but oh, how I danced, swaying and leaping in new ways I never thought possible. Drenched, and with my eyes and arms turns toward- turned toward the sky, I begged for more of the light show and beat- and, and bone- haking beat that were distracting me from the fire scorching my already parched wildflowers. It wasn’t until you left, with me chasing after you, that I finally looked around and felt the depth of your destruction.

And there I sat, soaked to the bone, in a smoldering field of wildflowers, trying to water the earth and bring them back to life with my tears that were locked somewhere deep within me. As my wildflowers started to wilt, I looked around again and I realized that I was utterly alone.

So I took my flowers in my arms, but as I- but as I touched them, they crumpled and turned brown, disappearing the more I tried to hold onto them. Desperation, I finally plucked them, roots and all from the earth. I could no longer hold them.

Tribute post to the girl i carried with me for over two years.

this fabulous bouquet was the last moment of joy she captured before she went missing. 26th May 2026, when i got home after my jury. i was just so grateful. miss her everyday. she witnessed every moment, every turning point, every smile, people who are now strangers and friends i had never thought would become so precious. may she rest wherever she is, may i find her somewhere some day. never lose hope

she’s giving dead wife footage at the beginning of a sad missing wife movie

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