I pressed this from Coco J. Ginger. I love the raw power of the pain she expresses. We’ve all stood in these shoes somewhere in time. As you read this, are you feeling it, too:
I didn’t believe in past lives, but if I did I would believe that you lived one, and in that life you were everything I knew you could be. You acted as tangible men did, and you were good, so so good, superior to all others in every way. As I knew you always would be. And I loved you. You, being everything I deserved, worthy of my every affection. Free to embrace the height of my passion. But as I said before, I don’t believe in past lives, and I don’t believe in you.