A charred heart that never truly loved, yet I play the part of a damsel in distress for all the fairy tales that I could fabricate. Days earlier, I had danced along the river as I let that silver necklace disappear into the thick air beneath the bridge. He was back on the other side, and although I could let the love tokens go, I could not quite drop the line.
Those rows and rows of gleaming skyscrapers and palm trees remind me of a time and place that has never been mine, but that I love all the same. And so today, as I stared at those golden locks that had fallen to the floor, I promised to begin again.