Bittersweet
You remind me of the smell of burnt sugar.
You remind me of the smell of burnt sugar.
I can’t remember if I ever stopped loving you.
Ruth, 51. Nurse in the geriatric unit of a hospital. Always on a diet, never loses any weight. Currently separated from her husband, who is still having an affair. Has two daughters: Amy, 30 and Lauren, 27. Lauren is a vegan, takes recreational drugs and wants to move abroad. Amy has 2 children and lives […]
No one will ever love you the way that I do. You’re the only person I’ve ever been me with. You still make me feel weak inside. I miss the way your bruises make me feel.