One year ago today, I moved.
One year ago today, something horrifying broke inside me and every pain I felt about leaving came rushing out.
One year ago today, I looked out the window on the big tree outside for the last time.
One year ago, I paced across those wide-board wooden floors and locked the door.
One year ago, the echo of my footsteps in the hallway was loud and hollow.
One year ago, I sat in my car at the stoplight at Fourth and Grace.
One year ago, I looked in my rearview at the yellow stucko and the red tin roof and the black curls of wrought iron.
One year ago, I drove away.
One year ago, I said goodbye.
One year ago, I crossed the bridge.
One year ago. And sometimes, I can't help myself from looking back.
Monday, April 28, 2008
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Posted by ashley at 9:53 AM
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What a beautiful view.
This is still so heart-breaking. . .
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