Every Thought Taken — Persephone Autumn

Far back as I can recall, not a day exists when I haven't loved Helena Williams. In my younger years, my love for her was more familial or akin to friendship. But as the years passed, something changed between us. The unrequited love I had for my sister's best friend was reciprocated. Like the seasons, our love fluctuated. Like the moon, some nights were dark and cold while others were bright and warm.I loved her.I love her.Nine years ago, I broke in two. She said goodbye, and I tried to let her go. She moved on and I did unthinkable things.With her gone, I fell apart. I let the darkness take over. Let myself drown. The dark was familiar. Comforting. Guaranteed. Constant.But now, I am ready to breathe again.