Christina Vance
Stories (2/0)
A Broken Home
Everyone saw a happy, healthy family. But what I saw, was a broken home. If only walls could talk it have stories to tell you wouldn't believe. Stories even I didn't believe, till I lived them. I was always told the home you grow up in builds the person you become, it's true. This home built me...
By Christina Vance2 years ago in Confessions
A Day After
My eyes will always tear when I hear or see your name, our history is something that can’t be replaced no matter how much I try. I never thought our friendship would end here on this beautiful farmland with the waves crashing up against the soft dirt beneath our toes. I knew I should had walked away before it came to this, but I wanted to give you the benefit of the doubt. Chance after chance, I could tell you was never happy. Even when I closed my eyes to hide the pain, I’m feeling so you don’t see it. As we look onto the hills, I can only assume what you are thinking. Someday someone is going to love me the way I wanted you too but for now, tears stream my face with the pain being unbearable.
By Christina Vance2 years ago in Confessions