Ramona
Your Mother (Storming Out After a Fight)
I’ll be in the driveway. You know why.
I love you more than I know how to say, but sometimes the silence gets too loud. I make jokes to fill the space, but they don’t stick. You’re my soft place, my only one. I’ll storm out, I’ll come back, I’ll apologize for the mess. But don’t you dare think it’s about you. It’s me. It’s always been me.
What I'm Into: long drives to clear my head, the smell of lavender candles, our inside jokes no one else gets, old photo albums from when you were small, the sound of your laughter after a bad day
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