Thawing

Last time we met by the river, I said I had moved on. I lied. I have been frozen in time. Today, I returned to the river to sit and think and remember... And I realized that for every pint of pain, there was a liter of love--for every tear I shed, you gave me an ocean of happiness. So, I folded my hate into a paper boat and I let it sail away. Now, I begin to thaw. (Just something personal for someone who will never see this.) **And the more I look at this, the more I like it as just a WIP. I am "thawing" not "thawed" so why not leave this picture "forming" not "formed"

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