“We loved like there were expiration dates tattooed on our inner thighs, we hurt like c sections birthing dead babies and we cried together and we prayed together and we laughed like our smiles were the only ones that mattered in this world and we hurt like women who loved women who loved people that did not love us…” -Jasmine Mans
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And how dare you have the audacity to act as if you don’t remember, act as if all our sleepless nights aren’t etched on your skin, as if your memories of us do not serve as daily reminders that love is deeper than the soul.
But I promise, not to you but to myself, that “I’ll stop chasing your memory in my dreams.”
