It goes right over my head. Like a stealth aircraft. I don’t see it. I don’t hear it. I’m so used to being alone that even when he says he misses me. Tell me that he wants to see me I blank it out and swap it for anxiety and fear.
Freelance Travel Writer specialising in Brazil and Argentina. This is my blog devoted to big landscapes, horses and two of the countries I love the most in the world; Argentina and Brazil. It's also a place where I share my thoughts and feelings on life and travelling.
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