Instead I shut my mouth, cried silently in front of the hospital building, and met him at the place he told me to
If I were to make a tower Out of the lies you have said, I would make a lofty one Enough to reach the skies above. And if I were to make a home Out of the truths you have said I would make one That is modest as an ant. via Daily Prompt: Lofty
Destroying people (and pretending you can fix them) is an inhumane sport.
It hurts too much to be strong.
I finally know what we are.
No promises were broken for none was made.