The Ten Year Itch
It's not me, it's you
By M DannenfelserPublished 5 months ago • Updated 4 months ago • 1 min read
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Babe, we need to talk.
I hate the way you chew food.
This must be true love.
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M Dannenfelser
Married Midwesterner who loves reading, writing, and cats.
Part-time daydreamer, full-time nerd.
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My dear
My dearest Maggie, I write to you from the vanguard of time, a chronicle laced with cobwebs and tear-streaked parchment. A life lived, reflected in the crevices of an empty house, whispering tales of solitude. The rooms echo with loneliness, reverberating with the silent language of isolation.
By M Dannenfelser7 months ago in Poets
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Haha! I thought this was really funny and honest. When you see past the idealized person into their flaws & decide it's worth accepting them - that is totally true love. Great work with only three lines!!