Ten Months

 From The Vault:

It’s been ten months. 

It’s been ten months since he flipped my world upside down and yet,

I still can’t forget about him. 

So what did I do?

I booked plane tickets. 

Eight more days, 

Haven’t seen him since May, 

And I sit and I’m hopeful 

For that singular day. 

-Laine Waters

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